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archesa · 2 years

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have 2, 17, 28, and a free space from the gw2 asks! :D (i feel like i've missed a couple instances of you reblogging ask games recently, though i could be making that up alsjkdfadf, but i caught this one! xD) @kerra-and-company

Oooooh! These call for pics and long answers 😁

Thanks so much for these! 🥰

2. fave profession :

I got to say Guardian because I have a long history of playing paladins and valiant knights on several games (*cough* 12 years of WOW *cough* ) and I absolutely adore Anwen but, I've been playing a lot on my Necro lately and Æthnen has become my first character to go to if I want to chill, do map exploration or even meta events. I play him as a Reaper but rarely use the greatsword 😅 I feel like Trahearne would not have gone anywhere this kind of weapons of not for Caladbolg 😅 and since, for now, it's Anwen who weilds it...🌹

17. Your glider? (if you don’t have one, the one you want the most)

I got a few actually ^^' Elianora, both Anwens, Æthnen and Galaëd all have their own, personal glider that I wouldn't use on any other character no matter how much I love the skins, they're theirs!

Eli shifts between the Fox Spirit Glider, which fits her personality and is a little nod to her mini (you guessed! a fox!) and the Elemental Fury Glider.

Anwen Evergreen has the Crystalline Dragon Wings since (at least - jury’s still out regarding Anwen’s becoming as a dragon champion) Aurene's ascension.

Her elementalist counterpart, Anwen Swynwr has the Spellforged Glider (that her Guardian-self had before she used the crystalline wings)

Galaëd has the Lunar backpack and assorted glider! The funny part is, for other characters I chose the glider based on their story / personality. For Galaëd it was the other way ‘round. I got the Lunar backpack in a Black Lion chest, so I decided he loved fireflies and stars. From there @lilypixy pointed the connection with the Moon Shield, Canach being its current bearer, and bam! Two sylvari who thought they had found what the dream had showed them only to have their whole perspective shifted (Galaëd with the Green Knight, Canach with the Moon Shield).

And last but not least, Æthnen (aka my Trahearne clone for the two in the back 😁) has been very much nurtured back to health by the Exalted after the campaign of Maguuma, and as such he has the Exalted Glider (complete with Luminate’s Backplate Exalted Shoulders and Auric Weapons)

Avalwyn (my other Trahearne clone, yup I got two of them, don’t rub me the wrong way or I’ll show you my third! 😅) aka Druid!Hearne also has the Fox Spirit one, as a little nod to his Fernhound Caliborn.

28. What is your favorite legendary weapon?

I loved collecting stuff for Kudzu! I still have to upgrade the precursor to its actual Legendary form but I had a great time collecting the seeds for it! It tingled my herbalist sense nicely and fitted quite well in Anwen's themes and story!

And of course, since I'm an eenie-meanie I just have to collect Mordremoth's weapons for Æthnen ! I'll probably go with the staff but if @lilypixy 's conjecture is right and next Necro elite spec has the hammer as its weapon I will full on embrace it and give Trahearne a very nice not at all corrupted by any dragon what are you on about hammer!

Let Trahearne smash things with a hammer! He deserves it!

Mordremoth, dead, somewhere in the Mists, with its siblings : I gave my Champion my weapons! Look how stylish he is!

Kralk, being the only lucid one in their brood, probably : Fucked up a perfectly good scion is what you did! Look at him, he’s got anxiety!

Edit : I forgot the free space! I used a random number generator and got 37, so...

37. Your favorite HoT event?

I have to say the Octovine! Yeah of course it's extremely infuriating when you get slackers and auto attackers but if run right it's so very satisfying! The loot is sweet and even the 'Event failed' cutscene is heartbreaking!

Apart from that I would say the first event from the Pale Reavers outpost, in Verdant Brink! That was the moment I truly felt the weight of the mantle of Commander (and I loved it 😅🤣), when you make a stand atop that cliff with the wreckage of the fleet still burning on the horizon and the mordrem swarming below — especially when Laranthir's so relieved and happy to see you!

#archesa answers #elianora #anwen evergreen #anwen swynwr #æthnen #avalwyn #blighting pod au #trahearne lives au #trahearne lives au²

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archesa · 2 years

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"I feel trapped in this role...in this 'legacy.' I yearn for freedom, but I cannot turn away from these responsibilities. To do so would doom the mortal races to certain destruction. And perhaps myself as well."

#champion of vlast #vlast #trahearne #avalwyn #aka druid!hearne #champions galore au #aka former mesmer extraordinaire au

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archesa · 2 years

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Sorry for constantly asking about the Knight of the Thorn quest, it's a personal favorite of mine. But your answer brings up more questions xD. If you don't mind me asking, could you explain a bit about Galaëd Wyld Hunt? Why does he need to resurrect the Green Knight? Is it the same Green Knight a.k.a. Bercilak from the sylvari personal story? (If it's supposed to be a secret then just ignore this)

Oh no problem at all! Knight of the Thorn was probably one of my favorite moments, one of the most emotional at least, and I'm very happy to talk and write about it!! ^^

Galaëd's wyld-hunt is a... plural-fold one.

His very first contact with consciousness, the first image the Dream sent him was that of a purple lion defending a garden against the onslaught of a dragon. Kahedins, the luminary of his cycle, advised him to seek council with Caithe, as her own wyld-hunt revolved around dragons.

But this part of the Dream only completely made sense when he reached Claw Island and met the one who'd soon become his superior officer within the Pact, his partner in crime, his platonic soulmate, Rorschach Grimlaugh.

From that moment on, Galaëd knew the interpretation of the Dream of Dream was a complex task, and even the very wise could not see the entirety of its facets.

This resounded with yet another of his uncertainties regarding another vision. The Green Knight.

“A powerful knight in green armor, his face obscured by vines. Defeated he did not submit. Killed, he did not perish.”

When his sword crossed Bercilak’s atop of Dreamer’s Terrace, it became apparent to everyone that his destiny was to vanquish the undefeated Nightmare Courtier. Yet, even with Bercilak vanquished, his armour dented, and his body broken, the young valiant could still feel the call of the wyld-hunt pulling at he seams of his soul, unanswered.

The call dimmed as he trailed through Tyria, to the strands of Arah and the depths of Maguuma, yet after Trahearne died in the jungle, the prophetic words engraved in his soul returned as a siren's call, haunting and beautiful, the promise of a chance to right this wrong.

He restored Caladbolg and used the sword's connection to its past bearers, sacrificed part of its power to find a way back inside the Dream, in search of Trahearne's soul. He found him dormant, after he fought against Mordremoth and sought refuge within the devastated part of the Dream the dragon had once latched onto like a parasite.

Awaken from this agony, Trahearne followed what he perceived as a White Stag back into a clearing, at the centre of which a thicket of apple trees grew, a sword wreathed in light and butterflies buried amidst. Following the Stag’s guidance, he answered the call of the Thorn and freed it from the bark of the tallest tree.

He awoke in a familiar grove, the arms of a friends holding him, Caladbolg at their side and a fernhound’s head on his lap.

Galaëd will of course keep his friend’s return an absolute secret. No matter how hard it is for him to hide anything to Rorschach.

#archesa answers #galaëd of the cycle of dusk #mesmer extraordinaire #avalwyn #(aka Druid!Hearne)

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archesa · 2 years

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#avalwyn #aka druid!hearne #kudzu #or yet another shard of caladbolg ?

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archesa · 2 years

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The world has changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, For none now live who remember it.

#avalwyn #aka druid!hearne

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archesa · 2 years

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Is the Knight of the Thorn quest still off limits? If not then Knight of the Thorn quest on either Anwen, Elianora or Galaëd (or maybe comparison/differences between)

Ooooh! No, the "Knight of the Thorn" quest is not off-limits! 🌱 Thanks a lot for your patience, I remember you had asked about the Knight of the Thorn quest the first time i reblogged this ask game (once upon a december ^^) but at the time I still hadn’t done the quest and I wasn’t sure what to make of it...

I’m unfortunately (?) not quite in the mood for a deep exploration of Elianora’s deep depression...

But I will gladly talk about the other two! 😄🍂🦋

(this will also overlap with @i-mybrunettelady ‘s ask! enjoy 😘)

I'm still figuring out some of the details for Galaëd, since the restoration of Caladbolg will be very intimately linked to his secret wyld-hunt – bring back the Green Knight from the confines of the Dream.

His journey started by a visit in the Grove, the sight of the statue of his late mentor and friend filling him with rage, grief and guilt, but also fueling a fire within that he had almost forgotten about, a whisper swelling to a resounding call, beckoning him to embrace and reminisce of a now distant memory and fulfill the destiny bestowed upon him by the Dream.

Caladbolg laid broken and withered in the depths of Dreamer’s Terrace. Not dead. Merely dormant. Longing for its missing pieces, its memory to be restored and its wounds to be healed.

Riannoc had carried it first, and his virtues and his flaws still echoed in the whimpers of the wind as the shattered blade brushed through the air. Honour. Courage. Recklessness. And as Galaëd traced along a path that was always meant to be his own, his steps shadowing those of the sword’s previous bearers, the blade’s song changed — the wind on its sharpness, the light at its core, the buds blooming on his guard drawing with every memory revisited the strengths and the merits of the three noble knights who ever carried it.

Riannoc’s bravery and ultimate sacrifice. Trahearne’s erudition and everlasting dedication. Galaëd’s curiosity and unwavering loyalty.

Canach had once described the mesmer’s connection to the Dream as a high-pitched constant whistle, an edge he pictured clearly, unyielding and sharp as a blade, as opposed to the constant turmoil of interlaced voices and visions gravitating around most dreamers like a haze. A thread connecting him to the ones before, and pulling him towards an inevitable future.

Night was falling on the Grove when he laid down his head under the protective embrace of the Pale Tree. This part of his journey had come to its end. Stars lit up the skies and flickered beyond a veil of mists and memories. He was dreaming. Dreaming of the ones who came before. A familiar presence, waiting far beyond the horizon, wounded and ensnared in an entanglement of thorns. Dormant. Only sleeping.

And with the guidance of a White Stag, the protection of the Dreamer, the welcoming embrace of a friend, the Green Knight would awaken.

It was different for Anwen, because Trahearne was there, still alive, recovering as she was, when she endeavoured herself to the restoration of the Thorn.🌹

She had taken Caladbolg with her, from the depths of the jungle to the heights of Divinity’s Reach, from the warmth and golden days of Tarir to the mists and starlit nights of Caer Aval, without a second thought as to why the Sword did not reject her the way it had rejected Canach — and it took broaching the subject to Trahearne for her to realise that Caladbolg had chosen her as its new bearer. And if the Thorn was willingly offered, it still demanded Anwen reconciled with the memories of its last two bearers to attune to its full potential.

Visiting Riannoc’s tomb was a very emotionally charged endeavour — Trahearne’s grief and regret echoed through the blade as much as it radiated through him, sorrow and guilt weighting on her shoulders as if they were her own, all the more crueler as she could barely find in herself the strength to comfort her beloved.

But the duel itself sparked anew her courage, reminded her of the power of unity, of the danger of isolation, fueled her pride at the thought that they had remained strong and loyal and steadfast in the face of certain death. She prevailed because even in the sword’s memory, Riannoc was alone, and even as she stood her ground in single combat against the fallen knight of the thorn, she was not.

The Vision Crystal next led them on the edge of Verdant Brink, where the Pact had fallen, the Thorn broken, and the wreckage of the fleet still painted in sharp shattered lines of scorched vines and torn metal a vivid recollection of their mistakes and nightmares.

The Glory of Tyria laid stranded, suspended in her last moments, a frozen speck of time holding within its core a shard of Trahearne’s soul — a part of him that had never left Maguuma.

Anwen took in a deep, confident breath before she plunged in the vision. She was not alone. Trahearne was with her.

Her heart sank in her chest, her lungs filling with frozen dread, and within moments before the second vision seized her, she knew what deep hidden, dark and secluded part of her the Sword had conjured.

She instinctively rolled away, a stone greatsword shattering the ground where she stood and vines like whips breaking through the metal carcass as if it were dirt to slash and ensnare her, but it were his eyes — fiery and burning with hatred — that immobilised her.

Pumice-like bark covered his bulk, a wreath of sharp thorns breaking through his skin like a crown, and at his side, half buried in the entanglement of roots and creeper plants conjured in his wake, laid the twisted forms of familiar figures, friends broken, corrupted by blight.

She blocked another swing of the sword, sent to her knees by the force of the blow and barely dodged the shadows frothing neath her feet, a column of darkness rising from the ground a split second before a scythe slashed it through.

Wreathed in obscurity, Trahearne charged at her and struck with yet another powerful blow that seemed to drain even the memory of warmth around them. Ice sizzling as it covered her armour and withered the still fragile buds of the sword, she slashed desperately at the vision, a litany of pleas and reassurances dying on her lips as she struggled to breathe.

‘You’re not real. You’re not him. You’re not Trahearne. Trahearne is safe.’

The tip of the sword encountered resistance and a light pierced through the shroud where the blade had dug.

'You’re not real. You’re not him! You’re a figment! The memory of a nightmare!’

Cold and darkness surrounded her, but a light shined through with every cut and slash of Caladbolg, the withered buds blooming and a scent of salt water and iodine replacing that of decay and rot as the wind swelled and the vines recessed.

The hardened bark shattered, and the blade dug in his chest without resistance. Bright blue flames flared from the wound as the fiery glow in his eyes dimmed to their familiar honey and closed forever as ley energy drowned the world and consumed him from within.

Anwen blinked away the vision, her breath stuck in her throat when she found herself not atop of the wreckage, but on the deck of the Glory of Tyria, a vast expanse of water beneath and the sun rising over Orr on the horizon. Trahearne was with her. Another memory, a vision of a past she would rewrite if she could, and yet would not change for the world; the morning after the Cleansing of Orr, the moment she should have realised, in retrospect, that Trahearne loved her.

He smiled at her, his glow a deep purple striking against the warm silver and pale gold of the skies around him.

“One day soon, this plague will be but a memory. Every dawn rising bring us closer to seeing these wounds heal... But in the mean time, dear friend, this day is ours.”

She closed the gap between them, finding herself engulfed in a towering embrace, rather than nuzzled in the crook of his shoulder as the vision faded and she returned to reality.

“I know you're probably tired of hearing this — especially from me — but thank you, dear friend. We've come a long way and have a long way to go, but for now, I am glad you’re here with me.”

“Here at the end of all things?”

“Hopefully, their beginning.”

#archesa answers #mesmer extraordinaire #galaëd of the cycle of dusk #(peppering some ''soundless but actually having a synesthetic connection to the dream canach'' here and there ^^)#featuring Trahearne's resurrection as Avalwyn #(aka Druid!Hearne)#anwen evergreen #anwen evergreen drabbles #trammander #knight of thorns

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