#gw2 crecia

[thatdogmagic]

Rytlock who?

#guild wars 2 #gw2 charr #charr #wlw #femslash #thatartmagic #crecia stoneglow #malice swordshadow #beaming this straight into ppls minds #if IBS has to exist #we may as well make the best of it

[skaald-of-the-hearth-fires]

Y'all I've always thought it was hilarious what Anet did to warbands.

So. you have Rytlock, who in Edge of Destiny said he had "about a dozen" brothers and sisters each. so including himself, that's 25 in a warband. The wiki says a warband is 6-25 members, so Rytlock was on the high end, and average would probably be 12-18 members.

and then every warband in the game proceeds to have BARELY 6.

you have 5 options to choose from for a sparring partner. Rox's old warband had 6 members (or maybe 7). We've still never met more than one of Rytlock's 'bandmates. Almorra gets one 'bandmate mentioned by name.

most charr in the entire game, including top-ranking tribunes and imperators, are not with their warbands, do not talk about their warbands, do not go places with their warbands. Tribune Bhuer Goreblade shows up with a small handful of 'bandmates in the charr level 10 story.

You do not see groups of 12-18 charr warbands roaming around Ascalon with fascinating life stories and 'bandmate dynamics and mourning the latest one(s) who died, with mementos, with stories about how 'my sparring partner saved my life' and 'this member of the warband whom I know least of all my bandmates would die for me and they proved it last week' and 'Im unhappy with bandmate X but I would kill for them' or 'bandmates Y and Z obviously love each other. wanna join the betting pool?' and the legionnaire who confides in you about their tough decisions of who they're picking to be their second/replacement. All within the same warband.

Not even one warband like this. Much less the multiple that charr culture deserves.

Even in IBS, the, at least half-way, charr-centric story, our main focus warband is Ryland's Steel warband. Who has, predictably, 6 members. And like 10 fresh-faced, unnamed recruits who have 0 history or dynamic with the Main Cast. even the 6 named members, who have vibes and character and a bit of a dynamic, are stupid shallow. (and tbf they didn't have time to explore it much, but really?)

We do not see Bangar's 'bandmates. We do not see Rytlock's 'bandmates. We do not hear anything about Almorra's old 'bandmates. We do not see Ember Doomforge's 'bandmates. We do not see Smodur's 'bandmates. We do not see Malice's 'bandmates. We do not see Efram's 'bandmates.

We see a lot of 'cubs this' (with Rytlock and with Efram), I heard a lot of speculation about 'cubs that' in fandom spaces, we see a lot of 'ohoho relationship/mating drama' (from Rytlock/Crecia and also Almorra/Bangar). We do NOT see ANYTHING about warbands, supposedly the building-blocks of charr society.

Even the charr player's old warband is mostly disbanded/defected to Dominion.

I have yet to see any real warband dynamics in canon.

Even in the books! Rytlock's 24 'bandmates are fair game because they're offscreen. And Anet has consistently refused to show any of them. Even Rytlock's dynamic with Crecia is pretty much just "we're old exes" and never "we grew up together. we fought together. our bonds are deeper than those of biology, than the fact we have a cub. I stabbed you once and you knew I didn't mean it because we are 'bandmates." Sure, Crecia mentions once "ohoho we used to see the ice elementals here as cubs."

But in the books! Sea of Sorrows for instance! iirc the majority of Sykax's warband is unnamed! Ember Doomforge, again, no mentions of warband! Rytlock nor Malice nor Almorra talk about inter-warband relations!

we never see any warbands larger than 6 members.

And this is all because, OBVIOUSLY, who wants to come up with 12-18 whole characters when it's just the one who's relevant to the story? Coming up with 6 is hard enough it only happens in special occasions. which doesn't include the legit actual player character.

(the player character, whose warband is decimated to TWO flaming members (including yourself!!) in the tutorial, and! yay! fun lorebuilding! you get to rebuild the warband. this adds a flaming total of TWO members. now you're at flaming four. FLAMING FANTASTIC. the player-flaming-character gets FOUR 'bandmates. this is atrocious!! and tbf if you compile all the options across all the branches you might end up in the (low end, probably) of 12-18. which is fair!)

but like. I do sympathize. I really do. characters are hard. names especially! which would be the bare minimum yknow. have an 18-member warband with zero dialogue but! they do have names! that wander around Ascalon. not even an event chain just average-sized warband representation PLEASE.

like. I did it myself. I invented a warband and I BARELY got them to 6 members. I had name, gender, profession for each of them. they were minor characters so they didn't even get the development that Ryland's Steel got. names, professions and the vibes from that. I felt so bad for only giving them 6 bc I was reinforcing the stereotype!!

but, so, uhhhh

I have been handed an OC. from a friend. who has given me full creative license to write abt them in my story.

I gave him 23 'bandmates. They all have names and genders. They're split up into who is whose sparring partner and who bunks with whom. That is all.

I also get VibesTM from each member's name. I'm slowly building relationship maps. (mostly just. from character A's PoV, ranking who they are closest with. Then doing it from Character B's PoV. it's WILDLY fascinating.) I have three charr 'bandmates who have their own little niche, they three are besties, they're each other's sparring partners and bunkmates and everybody (main relevant characters at least) knows them as 'those three'. and I know their names. none of the characters I'm writing about know them very well (relative to the rest of the warband ofc. ofc each one would DIE for them and probably knows their struggles and combat strengths and weak points and so on. but I haven't invented any of those yet) and that's all. I don't have a single bit of info about them except that and the vibes of each name. but hey!!!! WARBAND DYNAMICS MY BELOVED!?!!

#charr #warband #ascalon #gw2 charr #gw2 #rytlock brimstone #bangar ruinbringer #almorra soulkeeper #malice swordshadow #bhuer goreblade #ryland steelcatcher #steel warband #rox #crecia stoneglow #efram #I don't remember that guy's last name and I'm about to head to bed sorry

[guildtree]

Guys help, I ran out of players so I'm drawing NPCs now.

#my art #art #gw2 #guild wars 2 #crecia stoneglow #scarlet briar #peitha #ignore me making peitha slightly more monstrous #that mouth totally doesn't open over the whole line nope nope nope

[thiefseeker]

ode to icebrood saga kitties

#bangar fanart overdue for 3 yrs #charr #rytlock brimstone #bangar ruinbringer #ryland steelcatcher #crecia stoneglow #gw2 #gw2 fan submission #myart

[sushisketching]

And a gw2 discord art post from... last month??? Whoops o_o

#crecia stoneglow #gw2 art #gw2 #charr

[jollycryptid]

Redaar's Terrible Time in Icebrood Saga Charr Civil War

#jolly's art #guild wars 2 #icebrood saga #crecia stoneglow #oc: redaar #gw2 #charr #sketch #doodle #guild wars 2 fan submission #digital art #oc #artists on tumblr #Krita

[brightwingedbat]

GW2 IBS stuff

OKAY SO Bangar has been imperator longer than CRECIA has been alive. Since Ryland is a thing, Rytlock and Crecia have got to be at least in their very late 30s or early 40s. And it's incredibly unlikely that Bangar became imperator as soon as he was out of fahrar, a benefit of the doubt and I'd say him becoming imperator at 25 at least. Bangar how fucking old are you, are you in your late sixties??? Early seventies??? MORE???

#gw2 #icebrood saga #bangar ruinbringer #crecia stoneglow #charr #guild wars 2 #HOW DOES HE LOOK SO GOOD FOR HIS AGE???

[friesian]

charr woman who WILL kiss your wife

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #charr #charrs #niddhil #this is marwyd's best friend and his practical sister. his bestie. #anyways i think she made out with crecia and rytlock found out and then marwyd had to deal will ALLLLLLL the consequences

[hawkepockets]

it’s like hot springs night means nothing to these people. the single worst thing that happened to prem in drizzlewood

#joke is from ted lasso im p sure my gf showed it to me <:-) #gw2 #guild wars 2 #crecia stoneglow #kasmeer meade #braham eirsson #rytlock brimsone #oc: prem #hot comics

[i-mybrunettelady]

Just one mistake (is all it will take)

Summary: Smodur the Unflinching and Alysannyra Ainsaph have a difference of opinion. Renira wants to know more about it. Content warnings: Mentions and allusions to shooting. Spoilers: General spoilers for Icebrood Saga’s episode No Quarter. Title taken from Centuries by Fall out Boy. Also this is a long one.

It’s cold in Drizzlewood. Renira almost envies the charr, who have all the fur on their bodies to keep them warm; she has no such luxury so she has to rely on other means to preserve bodily warmth. It’s less than satisfactory sometimes, though. Sharp wind blows hair into her eyes, and she has to risk getting her fingers out of the hot press of her legs to nudge the thick, woolen coat tighter around her body. 

Yet today the Imperators have decided to convene and discuss strategy. As a Pact Commander, Renira has to attend. What gives her a little comfort is the fact that the rest of the humans find themselves in a similar predicament - Nyra’s pale cheeks are bright red from the cold, Kasmeer Meade sits stiffly on her chair and Logan Thackeray is the only one seemingly unfazed by the weather. Renira knows better, though. He’s shivering slightly as well. 

She settles more into her seat and her oversized coat. Words reach her ears, a diplomatic response from Crecia Stoneglow, and she wills herself to forget the fucking cold and focus on what’s being said. She doesn’t know if her superiors at the Order will require reports, but she needs all the things she can reasonably get to even work here.

“Wise information to remember,” Malice Swordshadow whispers in Renira’s ear. “It’s about troop numbers. One of my agents gave his report to Crecia two hours ago.” 

Renira feels her ears tingle hot under her hair. Her face betrays nothing. “They’ll be written down and given to us later as reports.” 

“Us spymasters need to help each other out when we can,” Malice says smoothly. “Your all-charr Whispers unit has given the Legions a lot of usable information, so I wanted to return the favor.” 

Renira smiles. That unit’s an idea she’s vaguely proud of, inspired by Laranthir’s Pale Reavers of the Maguuma campaign. “Much appreciated,” she replies. Malice certainly caught her drifting off for a minute, though, if the glint in her eye as she leans back is any indication. 

“That’s not going to work, Smodur!” Nyra’s voice booms, firm and unrelenting. Her face is tighter than usual, brows furrowed just that much more. “We’re lacking in proper manpower. If I’m seeing correctly, we’re lacking fifteen people for that little operation of yours. And how many people did you shoot last week?” The sound that leaves her is best described as an aborted breath of overflowing frustration. “Fift–” 

“They were defectors, Ainsaph, not just any soldiers!” Smodur says lazily, tapping a claw against the table. “I’m sure even young commanders understand that we don’t need traitors on our operations.”

Nyra breathes deeply. Renira’s eyes are trained on her, on the tension in her neck. She isn’t blinking, staring Smodur down like he isn’t around three and a half times her age and height. “Do not speak over me, Smodur,” she says. Her voice is colder than the sharp wind around them. “Do not interrupt me when I’m speaking and do not, for fuck’s everloving sake, patronize me.”

She then straightens her back and lifts her chin. “You shot fifteen people last week, Smodur. Reconsider not wasting manpower when we need every fucking head in this war!” 

“You’re not listening, Ainsaph. They turned their backs–” 

“Stop it, both of you!” Crecia yells and everyone almost cricks their neck to look at her. Smodur huffs and growls and Nyra’s eyes are harder than steel. Rytlock Brimstone, who’s been blessedly quiet next to her, leans down to grumble something into Nyra’s ear. “If you have any issues with each other, I’ll have to ask you to sort them out elsewhere. Here, we are a unified front and you’ll have to act like it.” 

“Nobody’s gonna hear us, Cre,” Rytlock says. “Especially not Ryland.” 

“He’s too busy doing other things,” Nyra adds, voice strained. “He’s not gonna pay attention to us here. Bangar won’t either. We’re certainly not louder than his ego. I should know. My ego’s as big as his.”

Renira shakes her head. Nyra’s statement would’ve been slightly amusing if it wasn’t for her stiff posture and the unblinking stare she keeps pointed at Smodur. She looks like a predator ready to strike, one bad word away from giving him a fist to the face, and Renira knows her well enough to say with certainty she would attack. 

She knows people like her. She’s sustained by ego, an idea of inherent self-importance that Renira’s seen in her since their first meeting back in Ebonhawke all those years ago. In another life, she may have been bitter about that fact, that Nyra could afford to have the sense of grandeur because of her high birth. To Renira, though, that’s a statement of fact. Alysannyra Ainsaph has brown hair and ego the size of Tyria and Elona combined. 

In no life, however, would she call that idea a delusion on Nyra's part. She knows what she’s capable of, she knows what she must do to satisfy it, she holds herself to impossibly high standards in achieving her goals. She wields it like a weapon and as a driving force. It is a source of power. 

It’s made her look a god in the eye, rise from the dead and pay him back double. 

Renira’s still a little hung up on rising from the dead, actually. Death’s always felt a little strange. Regardless of any of that, Nyra’s ego is a big, glowing spot in every room she’s in and Smodur’s just stepped on it carelessly, like he’s frolicking on a meadow. 

This is going to end in a murder attempt at some point. 

“We were talking about the new report on troop numbers,” Renira says conversationally. Kasmeer shoots her a grateful look. There’s a feather-light feel of magic and Nyra’s face loses all tension and remains as impassive as it usually is. 

“Yes,” she says, much calmer than a moment ago. “The new report on troop numbers. Crecia, the word is yours.” 

*** 

There’s meatloaf in her hands. A good meatloaf, all things considered - Tybalt would enjoy it, if that’s any indication of its quality. Renira’s always maintained that she has better tastes in food than her friend does, to which Tybalt’s first response would always be that not everyone can look at Queen Jennah’s feet when working. 

Renira likes shoes. It’s a weird luxury that Jennah can avoid them, but she’s not the one to judge such matters. In Drizzlewood, anyway, shoes are a must, as is strong, hearty food that can keep you fed for long watches and missions. 

She looks at the meat in her hands. The slice is big enough for both her and Nyra to share, a perfect opportunity to discuss whatever the fuck came to be in the Impretarors’ pavillion a few hours ago. 

She finds Nyra in her tent - a somewhat bigger than most, perks of being a commander on the field - seated on the bed. She’s rested her elbows on her knees and is rubbing her temples, hiding sighs of lingering frustration. Her hair, once in a tight braid, now falls messily over the furs on her shoulders. There are no torches, so the lingering source of light is the cool, icy shine from her crystalline weapon, Lightbringer, that she’s willed to form a lamp.

“I brought you food,” Renira says, certain Nyra’s heard her steps. 

“Soon, we’ll be fighting the Dominion with meatloafs,” Nyra replies. Renira bites down a chuckle. “I’m not complaining. It’s good meatloaf. Once we kick Bangar’s ass, though, I never want to see it again.” Ever the optimist, their Commander. 

“At least this one feeds you,” Renira shrugs. “I know many people who could not stand the bread they ate during the Zhaitan campaign.” 

“We don’t have a choice during a war,” Nyra lifts her head. Her eyes are muted and unreadable, yet her voice gives away the tiredness. “So they better get used to standing both the meatloaf and the bread. I’m a little hungry.”

Renia sits beside her on the bed and puts the plate between them. Nyra divides it and bites into her slice. “If you tell me we can’t choose allies either, I’m going to smack you.” 

“What you told Smodur–” 

“Was deserved. He needs to get called out more and if I need to be the one to do it, I will.” Nyra purses her lips. “I just don’t understand him. He’s wasteful. He doesn’t offer second chances. Nobody with a head for strategy will make them squad leaders or officers, or even leave them unsupervised, but he’s being.. Wasteful.” She lets out a long breath. “I said that already.” 

“So you support defectors, then?” Renira daintily bites into her own meal, licking her lips clean. It’s salty. “Traitors?” 

“Gods, no. We just disagree on what a defector is.” 

“Definition of a defector is very clear,” Renira says slowly. Without judgment. “Not all people are worth saving, Nyra.” 

Nyra frowns. Her lower lip pales with how harshly she’s biting into it. “I’m tired of losing people, Ren. They may be monsters and traitors and whatever else, but who’s to say we’re not, to them?” She kicks her foot. “War is ugly and unfair and brutal. They may have defected, but I don’t think they should have their personhood denied for it. We should be inspiring them to stay with us rather than scaring them into joining the other side!”

Other, rather than the enemy side. Renira would call them the enemy side, but Nyra’s always been the more sentimental one of the two. “So you agree with the shooting, as long as Smodur accepts them as people?”

“I don’t know,” Nyra says after a long pause. “I guess I’m just.. Upset about it. It distresses me, seeing prisoners and traitors killed. How do you look at that and still say you’re a good guy in the end?” Her eyes water slightly and she blinks it away. “He asked me to drop a bomb down a stuffed bunker. I chose to not say fuck you, no and did it anyway. I can say without a shadow of a doubt I am not a good guy. But guess what? Neither is he.” 

You’re better than most, Renira wants to say. She knows it won’t go anywhere. Nyra’s walls of guilt are too strong and impenetrable right now. 

“I’m afraid I’ll hear the rifles go off when I lay down, and think why I didn’t do anything,” Nyra continues. Her voice is wobbly. “I should’ve yelled, ordered, argued, anything, but instead, I just walked past like I’m some sort of powerless mouse and not…” She laughs bitterly and points at her chest. “Whatever the fuck I am right now.” 

“You couldn’t do anything,” Renira says gently and places a hand on Nyra’s. “They would have hurt you too.” 

“One of them asked for mercy,” Nyra whispers. “One was unrepentant, but the other asked for mercy. The rifles were louder than both.” She wipes her hand and rubs the tears off her cheeks. “I’ll remember the rifles when I go to sleep.” 

“Nyra–”

“Mercy, Renira, he asked for mercy and I didn’t do anything!” Nyra stands up and holds her hands near her face. They’re shaking. The burn marks on them are still harrowing to look at. 

Renira’s on her feet as well, towering over Nyra in what she hopes is a comforting shadow. “You may not have saved him,” she says softly, putting a steadying hand on her shoulder. Nyra’s cheeks are wet. “But you can save many more. I know it’s distressing, I know it’s overwhelming, but you shouldn’t try to save everyone at your own expense. He made a mistake and he paid for it.” She wraps an arm around her. Nyra digs her face in Renira’s neck. 

“He cried for mercy,” Nyra repeats. “He cried for mercy and was denied.” 

Charr Legions are not well known for their mercy. But that’s their business. Renira knows better than to questions as firmly established as the Legions, especially as their ally. Besides, it’s not like the Whispers’ conditioning is any different in that regard. But Nyra’s a different kind of beast altogether, half-way heroic, half-way self-serving. There’s no way she could fully understand. 

Renira doesn’t begrudge Smodur for doing this. But if she had to pick sides, she would immediately side with Nyra. 

“Then you make sure as few people as possible have to plead like this,” Renira says into Nyra’s hair. Nyra’s hands tenderly wrap around her waist. “Then you make sure the Legions are victorious. You, Crecia, Efram, Rytlock. Hell, even Logan and Kasmeer. You’re not alone, remember?” 

“I suppose I have to remember that,” Nyra whispers. There’s wetness on Renira’s neck. She presses a kiss to Nyra’s temple and doesn’t let go for a long time. 

The rifles do not go off that night. 

#gw2 #inspo birb has come to town #alysannyra #renira sulver #smodur the unflinching #crecia stoneglow #rytlock brimstone #malice swordshadow #guild wars 2 #gw2 fic #gw2 icebrood saga #icebrood saga spoilers #gw2 commander #shooting mention #i think this is it for organisational tags #oh boy #this was... a lot #but it needed out #if anyone finds any other triggers and stuff lmk and i'll edit the post #in the meantime enjoy the pain of being commander </3 #like no tags just.... oh boy

[inthecarpets]

Once again thinking about how for your typical charr the closest what they have to a family is their warband. Without their pack they are no one. They both look down upon themself and the others look down upon them. And for Rytlock his warband was Destiny's Edge, and regardless of how close he was to one or other member of the group, they were all family to him

#or the closest thing he could have #it's sure likely he had a charr warband too but you know. he really cared for Destiny Edge and took time for them #(i don't count Crecia here as idk much about her Yet. Though also idk much about charr romantic relationships either given like: #the entire race typically sends their children to schooling and never faces their children again unless until adulthood eventually I Guess? #so idk about how. with how duty bound they are. (again. the ones in Black Citadel) how they care and invest into romantic relationships. #but that's just my thoughts #Rytlock #Rytlock Brimstone #Destiny's Edge #gw2

[ratasum]

The events of Voice In the Deep. Things don't go according to plan... feat. @wall-legion's Garrus Firstblood

Qirri's ears twitched. Near her, she could hear Garrus breathing heavy, the battle having taken as much a toll on him as her. But their eyes, for the moment, did not waver from Bangar. He stood staring at the spot where Drakkar had stood, tail slowly swinging back and forth behind him.

"Do you hear that?" he was saying, tipping his head towards Ryland.

The younger charr's ears twitched, and he kept his attention on his imperator, never once sparing a glance to the others that had fought viciously alongside them. "What?"

Bangar gave a mirthless chuckle, turning his muzzle skywards. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

No one else was laughing. But Rytlock looked wary, head down and eyes narrow, tail lashing hard as he regarded his imperator. Qirri watched his claws flex, moving up closer to him as the tribune spoke. "Hrm. Where's the rest of your army?"

"Drakkar was a threat to my soldiers. Corrupting the weak, as you now know." Bangar grinned, and there was something wicked in his smile that she did not trust. There was no space to voice it for now, though, so instead her hands tightened on her sword, shoulders curling forward as he continued. "We did what no norn could. We drove Jormag back, and now the dragon's running scared."

That drew an irritated sound from Braham, who moved forward, fists clenched tight at his sides. "Hey, we've been fighting Drakkar all over this lake. You can't just swing in—with my bow—"

It was now or never. Straightening her back, Qirri moved forward, pulling back her shoulders as she glared up at Bangar, who turned his head to look down at her. The disinterest and disdain in his expression were not lost on her. "Bangar, you've seen how dangerous Jormag is. You just said it yourself: you can't risk others being turned!"

He regarded her for a moment longer, but then he moved, faster than she could have reacted. One massive paw was on her chest, claws on her shoulders, slamming her on her back so hard into the thin coating of snow on the ice that it knocked the wind out of her, pressing down so she could not catch it again. "Drakkar's death at my hands sends them all a message: I am Jormag's champion now. I alone can control the dragon." He leaned in, his sharp teeth felt only millimeters away, ignoring the angry shouts from those around him and the desperate wheezing of the asura beneath him. "And I don't take orders from frail, sickly little rats."

Now Garrus moved forward, anger and fear mixing in his voice, tense as he pulled himself to his full height. "Bangar! Let her go! Jormag can't be controlled! Listen to us, that's not how this works."

For a moment, no one moved. Rytlock's eyes shot from Qirri, pressed hard down against the ice, to Bangar's smug grin. Then, his gaze returned to Ryland, the fur up the back of his neck beginning to rise. "Ryland. Don't tell me you believe this."

"My imperator gave us an order." He looked at none of them. Not even Bangar now. "Will you follow it?"

By now, Garrus had moved in closer, enough to hear how the asura he'd protected for a decade was struggling to breathe under Bangar's weight holding her down. He needed to act. He needed to act fast. "I can't let you take credit. And I won't let you keep hurting people. Let Qirri go and step away. This needs to stop. Now."

Bangar finally shifted. He stood straight, lifting Qirri as he went, keeping his claws dug into the leather armor on her shoulders, holding her like she weighed nothing. One smooth movement and he'd thrown her, hard, towards Braham.

Braham, to his credit, dove to catch her before she slammed into the ice, lifting her carefully as he swung his attention back to the imperator and the commander.

Briefly, Bangar regarded Garrus. And then, all at once, he lifted Braham's bow and took aim.

"I couldn't agree more."

It was a single moment. It was an eternity. The fiery arrow struck true, slamming into Garrus's chest as Rytlock and Crecia's voices blended over one another, rushing to the commander's side.

"What have you done-?!"

"NO!"

And for a moment, Braham stood speechless, eyes wide, holding Qirri tight up against his chest. He could feel and hear how she still struggled to breathe, her small frame nearly limp in his arms. His eyes stayed focused on Rytlock and Crecia where they were trying desperately to keep Garrus alive.

"Commander, get up!" Gone was Rytlock's composure. This had gone horribly wrong. "C'mon!"

Bangar, for what it was worth, seemed all too pleased with himself. "You should understand, Commander. Better than anyone."

"Commander? Listen to me. Focus!"

"It ain't working, Cre!"

By now, Qirri had gone fully lax in Braham's grasp, and he felt his shoulders tense, something burning in his chest he had not felt before. Storming over to the trio, he pulled Rytlock's shoulder back, carefully moving Qirri into his arms instead. "Make sure she keeps breathing too. We can't lose either one of them."

Shaking his head, Bangar shifted his weight, notching an arrow as Braham turned to face him. "It was always gonna end this way. One charr. One dragon. One champion."

He didn't have time to fire this time. Ryland was calling out a warning, and all at once, Braham was charging towards them, frame altered as the spirit of Wolf overtook him, bellowing out a furious roar and swiping hard at Ryland, driving the two charr back from their would be slaughter.

Garrus's vision flickered. Faded out and back in as he heard Crecia and Rytlock cry out at their son, and the screams of both charr echoing through the cave where they were fleeing.

He couldn't feel much of anything now. Just the painful heat in his chest and a strange, unpleasant floating sensation he'd last felt fighting Balthazar. This couldn't be it, could it? If he fell this time, he wasn't sure he could walk back out.

And Qirri would have watched him die.

Sensation returned only briefly as he was jostled, groaning as he heard Crecia speaking. "Rytlock, we have to move him. What about the krewe chief-?"

"Damn it! Put her on the commander's chest or something and we'll lift her with him! It's not like she weighs anything. Can't just leave her; we don't know when Braham will get his damn head back!"

"Put her in my sling, Rytlock; I'll carry her that way! I don't want to risk dropping her- here now, help me lift! We need to get out of here!"

Was she dying too? How had he failed them, all of them, this badly?

But by then, his thoughts were fracturing. Drifting and floating in that same awful, looming darkness as everything finally faded to blissful, painless nothingness.

#gw2 writing #ibs voice in the deep #qirri tinkerfirst #garrus firstblood #bangar ruinbringer #ryland steelcatcher #braham eirsson #rytlock brimstone #crecia stoneglow #SO MANY CHARACTERS #bunny writing #FUCK IT WE'RE DOIN IT LIVE JUST FLINGS THIS AT Y'ALL

[whomerlockwood]

Oh no, there is a Rytlogan story itching beneath my nails for a few days now... throwing a few snippets at ya: AU - no Dragons (but Sylvari still exist - how? - because I said so); human race enslaved not just by Centaurs and Krait, but by Charr as well; Asura did not stop experimenting on Sylvari side-plot; Destiny's Edge era (except they all meet under different circumstances)

main plot, but without trying to tell you too much: Ascalon.

#anyone curious? #thinking about whether or not to put the story snippets in my head to paper and connecting them to a full story #but only if someone is interested - I do terrible with continuing wips if there ain't any feedback) #gw2 #guild wars 2 #rytlogan #logan thackeray #rytlock brimstone #caithe #eir stegalkin #zojja #snaff #crecia stoneglow #YES I AM CURRENTLY AS DEEP IN RYTLOGAN HELL AS NEVER BEFORE #(my brain has been randomly rotating between rare pairs (and crack ships) for a few months now) #edit: okay I might write this after I finish my other Rytlogan fic #second edit: hnnnnnngh so what if I add Canach/Trahearne as well

[sylvaridreams]

explaining something important to the bestie and making no sense while doing it

#gw2 #alba #braham #oh... alba looks cold :( didn't put his parka or mittens on him i guess.... #some of icebrood saga was a lot of fun :) some was kind of eh but. #lots of fun with my friends braham and rytlock and crecia yaaaay whoopee yahoo yippe hip hip hooray! #my screens #icebrood saga

[kerra-and-company]

Does Kerralind have any particular opinion of Rytlock? (@commanderhorncleaver)

Thanks a bunch for the ask!! :D And yes, yes she does.

Kerra, during the personal story, was kinda...friendly acquaintances with Rytlock, I guess? She didn't know him all that well, but also didn't dislike him and thought he was a pretty damn good fighter, and was more focused on bringing Destiny's Edge back together than on him individually. HoT was the start of them actively Not being on the same page--Rytlock was kinda in the "they belong to the dragon now" mode re: sylvari, and Kerra (as a sylvari) did not appreciate that, to say the least.* The fact that he wouldn't say exactly what happened in the Mists was also frustrating, but she'd mostly let that go until PoF.

After learning the whole story about Balthazar's release, Kerra is furious with him. That broke her trust in him entirely. She does believe that he didn't know who he was releasing, but considering the fallout and the fact that he did it entirely to relight Sohothin, it doesn't matter all that much to her that he didn't know. She assigns partial blame to Rytlock for all the havoc Balthazar wreaks in Elona (including the lives lost)--and for Vlast's death. (Kerra blames him a bit for her own death as well, but wouldn't say that out loud and barely acknowledges that even to herself.)

Rhi (her kid) awakens after LWS4. They don't meet Rytlock until a solid year/year and a half after that, and that's only because they're tagging along with their mom to the All-Legions Rally.**

I guess the gist of Kerra's opinion on Rytlock at this point is that he's a friend, but one where their relationship has a lot of baggage. She wants him to be happy, but that trust is never going to come back.

(bonus facts for the asterisks under the cut!)

* - I mentioned this here, but it's worth noting that Kerra takes Canach and Caithe with her into Mordremoth's mind at the end of HoT, and Caithe is someone else that Kerra went through a period of not fully trusting. Kerra and Caithe also were on rough terms for a decent bit, but while Kerra didn't trust Caithe not to keep things from her at that point, she did trust her to fight against Mordremoth. And she was very angry but wanted her sister with her regardless.

** - Kerra brings her kid to the rally, which also happens to be where we meet Ryland for the first time. Part of the reason Kerra and Rytlock are on as friendly terms as they are at this point is because of Icebrood and the fact that Rytlock is so focused on his son during it. There are also things that happen that aren't great for their friendship (the bit where Rytlock and Crecia fall fully victim to the whispers for a bit, for example), but the first time Kerra and Rytlock ever sit down and actually talk about personal things is during Icebrood, when he tries, with limited success, to ask for (very late and also definitely too late) parenting advice.

#gw2 #kerralind #commanderhorncleaver #thanks a bunch for the ask! :D #kerra never had a strong foundation with rytlock to lose #which shaped a lot of their later relationship #also just. the mental image of kerra with rhi holding her hand while they all stand next to rytlock and crecia and braham #and they watch ryland in the ring with the devourer #i don't know. something something parallels and contrasts

[scribesofcalamity]

I'd like to do some art of some GW2 NPCs this year.

I'm currently working on a piece with Caithe and Aurene...what others do you think i should draw? I'm open to drawing any race!🤔

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #art #im thinking maybe crecia and Trahearne #but theres so many choices to start with