#icebrood spoilers

[scourgeblooms]

wanted to do a physical timeline for my commander and highlight how he’s changed through the years. this is mostly for my own entertainment BUT I do enjoy seeing the same thing from other folks so I’m posting it here in the hopes that other people share my sentiment. 

(I was ALSO totally inspired by @/manasurge’s hair timeline. it kicks ass. go look at it.) 

elaboration/rambling below the cut!

Personal Story, LW1-2: Popped out of the pod blunt, solicitous, and already maybe a little too paranoid for someone who was born yesterday, but all those traits made him uniquely qualified for a position in military leadership.  Healthy and floral, soft aspen-bark-like skin, delicate petals. black anthers produce pollen. undergoes more fashion changes than physical transformations during this time. gets a little banged up here and there (and maybe has some lasting respiratory effects from the toxic alliance era) but overall feelin a-okay. 

Heart of Thorns: it’s all gone to shit. took a spectacular headdive in both a physical and mental sense with breakneck speed. never “officially” answered mordremoth’s call, but anyone who spent time around him would notice a distinct lack of self control and logical thinking. took on a more sickly pallor, stress caused leaves to shrivel, rot, and decay. lost his lil flower top notch and ability to produce pollen. pupils narrowed to take on a more animalistic look, and enamel growth resulted in sharper, larger teeth. fingers also elongated into claws. never fully physically and mentally recovered from the hell jungle. 

LW3: chopped off most of his leaves to encourage fresh growth. lots of physical healing during this time, though it takes quite a while for his complexion to fully recover. takes on the role of aurene’s champion with gusto. relatively unaffected by bloodstone, but feels the effects of mordremoth’s loose/uncontrolled magic deeply. continues to hear mordremoth’s “voice” and is diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. 

Path of Fire: still healing from HoT. continues to grow out his leaves. glow returns, as well as some of his eye color. likes the crystal desert, but finds the harsh, dry climate to be particularly challenging; he’s definitely more of a ‘temperate’ sylvari. does not handle dying well. death only adds to his paranoia and psychosis. has an increasingly hard time picking apart what is real and what is…. not. 

LW4: let’s get ready to kill an undead lich!!!! absorbs even more magic after the death of joko and kralkatorrik, and it starts to show in a there-and-gone shimmery aura that takes on a similar appearance to ley lines. starts to suffer from migraine auras. flower top notch grows back, but stays closed and dormant. picks up a few nifty necromancy tricks from the elonians, and the tips of his fingers start to show signs of necrotic decay; all that death magic can’t be good for the complexion, can it? 

Icebrood Saga: having another dragon in his head does not help his mental health in the slightest. braided leaves (courtesy of braham <3) to protect against frostbite. his ley “aura” gets more intense, hard to miss, and is a near constant. flower topnotch remains closed due to the cold weather conditions. after being shot by bangar, his wound is covered/healed by aurene’s brand. migraines increase in frequency, makes it difficult for him to focus. a bone deep exhaustion starts to set in, and more often than not, he catches himself thinking that a nice long nap underneath a blanket of snow doesn’t sound so terrible….

End of Dragons: back in a more agreeable climate, his topnotch finally blooms, but does not grow anthers or produce pollen. easily physically corrupted by void magic, and he feels soo-won’s pain and struggle deeply. the void corruption eventually shows up in the form of darkening leaves, and seeping out of his eyes/tearducts (it’s fine. don’t worry about it.). starts to incorporate chaos magic into his own necromancy practices. has a fucking terrible time in gyala delve. has a fucking terrible time saying goodbye to aurene. 

Secrets of the Obscure: nothing feels entirely real to him anymore. still willing to help, to fight, but it’s done on autopilot at this point. this magical, floating palace in the sky looks and feels like a dream, with the kryptis acting as the encroaching, inevitable turn to a real, living nightmare. still uses a bit of leftover void in his magical practices, but most of the corruption has left his system. that respiratory illness he picked up back in kessex hills comes back to bite him in nayos. finally grows back his anthers, but instead of producing pollen, it's an outlet for void/magic energy.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #sylvari #mine #scourgescribbles #hey tumblr compression please. please tumblr compression go easy on me. tumblr compression ple- #anyway enjoy my special son I think about a normal amount #art #also just know that I'm going to edit this at least 47 times before I'm one hundred percent happy with it #gw2 spoilers #gw2 soto spoilers #gw2 icebrood saga spoilers #gw2 heart of thorns spoilers #gw2 path of fire spoilers #gw2 end of dragons spoilers #gw2 eod spoilers #azilab

[ilona-art]

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#guild wars 2 #gw2 #icebrood saga #ice brood saga spoilers #guild wars #jormag #primordus #elder dragon

[kerra-and-company]

I was going through my screenshots and found out that I'd taken a bunch of pictures of various loading screens in the game. This is far from all of the loading screens (and these aren't all my favorites!), but I figured I'd post my randomly discovered random assortment from the personal story and beyond, because why not :)

This game has really pretty art, guys!

#gw2 #kai speaks #screens #to be extra safe: #pof spoilers #lws4 spoilers #eod spoilers #no idea why i started doing this or why i skipped over hot and icebrood entirely #not on purpose i don't think a;sjkdlf #but here y'all go anyway

[milkratz]

don't get me wrong I fucking love gw2 and the newest episode made me cry cuz how happy I was but

it feels like every time there's a plotline that deserves to get a little intense, like psychologically, it's immediately kinda thrown away.

Heart of Thorns did a good job kinda keeping that up, especially if u play as a sylvari.

But like the Icebrood Saga? Easily could've made that one of the most intense and messed up things the Commander had to go through and it fell off.

(I have other criticisms of Icebrood Saga, but ill digress. For now.)

And End of Dragons was fuckin brilliant too: But maybe it's a personal thing, but I would've loved to see more angst from the Commander. It was like the fastest a person's ever been to therapy and then promptly kicked out. The whole power of friendship made me cackle. I want to see tears!!! Pain!!!! AGONY!!!!

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #path of fire #heart of thorns #the commander #icebrood saga #end of dragons #what lies beneath spoilers #what lies beneath #im going insane

[tricos-here]

something something obsessed with that one phase in that on IBS strike

#i'm SICK fighting for my life to make this look like what's in my head and i'm still not satisfied #but whatever 🚶‍♂️ had enough #also the fact that i went through the trouble of drawing the sigil on her shoulder and the cropped it out. ok #gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 commander #icebrood saga #it's not spoilers really #faryen obstart #my art #goodnight it's 7am o(-<

[senterya]

Every now and then I rediscover my love for Forging Steel and I go temporarily insane.

The music. The characters. The voice acting!!!! Shoutout to Sonya Leslie, Dave Fennoy and Megan Hollingshead (Vishen, Nicabar and Ranoah respectively) especially for filling the already entertaining dialogue with so much life and character. It's one of the most tedious instances in the game and yet I kept going back to it because listening to these people was so damn entertaining. Top this with Stan LePard's absolute banger of a battle music ("TT6-B Devourer" and "Steel Team Six") that are, to this day, among my favourite tracks in the entire OST of the game and you know you are in for a good time.

I don't know how many people remember Almorra's battle theme at the end of this chapter. I wasn't. The good thing about it is that I got to reexperience it like when I heard it the first time and it's amazing. Brendon Williams understood the assignment.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #forging steel #the reason why I'm writing out all these names is because there's a lot of talent in this game and we barely speak of them by name #and they deserve some more recognition #icebrood saga spoilers #SoundCloud

[brightwingedbat]

Cinematic parallels

#gw2 #charr #guild wars 2 #Rytlock Brimstone #Bangar Ruinbringer #Simba #Scar #The Lion King #Icebrood Saga #gw2 spoilers

[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

[mistfallengw2]

The real Icebrood Saga ending (feat. @diesvitae's Saga) [old doodle from shortly after Dragonstorm was released]

#gw2 ibs spoilers #icebrood saga #Jormag #Primordus #Dragonstorm #gw2 art #my art #Saga #old art #silly stuff #let jormag say fuck

[bluebudgie]

Maybe I shouldn't be writing this in the middle of the night but here we go, as is tradition for LS releases the obligatory first impression opinion post:

(No story spoilers, vague map talk)

So this is my super-hot-just-off-the-stove first impression, obviously subject to change in the long run but... overall I've had a blast!

Let's get the stinker out of the way so we can focus on all the good stuff afterwards:

Many people have pointed this out before but this was... very bite sized. Unsure how Anet's release rhythm will be from now on so I don't want to judge too harshly, but this was essentially the fraction of an LS episode. We'll see how this holds up in the future!

Alright. With the elephant in the room adressed let's talk about the important things:

MAP. Don't know if it's just the novelty effect and how much of its magic will last as time passes but... I am a little in love. It feels like the lovechild of Draconis Mons and Dragon's Stand, with the Tangled Depths ley line cave-yness sprinkled in between (not that TD trademarked ley lines or caves but you know. ALSO CHAMPION MUSHROOM QUEEN? Anet really went 'whats the most hated HP, let's bring that back'). Looking at the worldmap the map itself doesn't even look that small but it feels kinda compact. Maybe because it's so clearly divided into smaller subsections? I don't see it housing a million secrets but I've only looked at it superficially so far so I'll gladly be proven wrong. Oh also I adore that annoying breather feature where you suffocate if you don't 'equip' an air filter. This is exactly the hostility I want to see in open world maps. Thanks.

META . Seems alright. Did it twice, was fun enough. Not mindblowing but I think I'm actually kinda glad about that. Wasn't ready for another mega-meta yet. Maybe on one of the later maps?

MUSIC. Did I spot a few new battle tunes during the meta? I think so. Big fan, needs more listening in detail.

STORY. Wasn't sure what to expect considering the plot could be going pretty much everywhere at this point. I'm definitely curious to see how this unfolds now. I see potential intrigue for a small handful of my characters' stories. Potentially concerning, tbh.

Overall very intrigued with this release. Unsure how memorable it'll be in the long run but for now I'm happy. Biggest highlight is definitely the map itself.

#i disregard the technicalities of what is considered LS and what isnt #icebrood saga was ls5 and this now is ls6 as far as i'm concerned #budgie plays gw2 #gw2 spoilers

[imperatorefram]

The charr(actually, kryptis) civil war

Story-related griping under the cut. Where did the mystery of kryptis go?

... and there's no need for your communicator, Commander, let us whisper directly into your head because we're so trustworthy and we need a way to advance the story without Taimi and her technology around. By the way, we'll be teaching all plot-relevant demons how to do this.

With the upcoming patch, I was trying to pinpoint why my hope for soto vanished after the last update. I realized it's because... the mystery is gone. The danger.

Demons are- were something new. Something scary. Then they got a demon king and the revelation that a bunch of them just want to be left alone, actually. And sure, the big hero gets to help those poor demons- look at that scared little guy, isn't he so cute? Isn't it sad when he gets eaten?

Except it's not our first time deposing a violent ruler whose subjects either revere or despise him. It's not even our second.

In the first release:

We see kryptis chasing down and killing civilans. That's horrifying. We see the Astral Ward developed methods to handle possessed coworkers. That's also horrifying in a different way. For a short while, the kryptis looked like they were going to fill the niche of 'mental warfare/psychological horror' that Jormag tried to do before it went all-in on the Charr (Bangar and Ryland specifically). Now we're fighting alongside Peitha like she's just another general and the kryptis are just another group of people. Where's their WEIRDNESS. Where is the UNEASE. I'm fine with trying to rescue them from Eparch, but... this feels so boring. Red vs blue. Good guys vs bad guys.

#gw2 spoilers #gw2 soto #soto spoilers #i realize complaining won't affect the trajectory of the story but I like to imagine what could have been #as I have been doing ever since I started playing tbh #though early Icebrood saga and PoF were quite good #even though anet is king of dropped plotlines

[moth-tea-merchant]

Dragon Storm photobombing compilation:

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #icebrood saga spoilers #ibs spoilers #ice brood saga #shit post #jormag #primordus

[the-flower-lady]

.: Hide :.

#guild wars 2 #guildwars2 #gw2 #guild wars 2 screenshots #gw2 screenshots #the icebrood saga spoilers #living world spoilers

[commander-gloryforge]

i love icebrood saga astrid so much. she's so fed up with everything. her last remaining parental figure died. her friends are trying to reason with the dragon that has been terrorizing her people for centuries. an overgrown housecat thinks he can tame that dragon. she got shot by said overgrown housecat. she gets involved in someones warcrimes and is then forced to continue to work with and endure that guy. the homelands of her ancestors are being blown into smithereens by both her enemies AND her allies. her best friend is turning into a mindless dragon champion.

all of this sucks ass so bad and for the first time ever you can really really tell how pissed astrid is.

#astrid gloryforge #dios wisdom #she learned how to hold back as the commander over the years #and just let her frustrations out in private #but boy she is letting the mask fall around ibs #icebrood saga spoilers #ibs spoilers

[milkratz]

what I would give to experience gw2 for the first time all over again. I want to explore maps again, without a mount, where every new region is New and mysterious. I want the wonder of watching vistas fully for the first time. I want the fear of exploring Orr again, or the terror at how Heart of Thorns starts out. I want the feeling when I first rode a mount. I want to mourn Trahearne and Eir again. I want to feel the pain at the Commander's death, I want to cheer when I beat Balthazar, I want to cry when Aurene "dies". I want the satisfaction of getting Skyscale again, I want the joy of getting achievements, of getting my first mastery. I want to fight that horrifying shadow behemoth for the first time again. I want to see a bunch of players exploring, do events and meta, regularly again. I want to become obsessed again.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #heart of thorns #path of fire #icebrood saga #end of dragons #sylvari #gw2 spoilers #??? i guess?

[tricos-here]

instead of cleaning my room I give you dumb memes in an attempt to cope

#I knooooow there'd be so many more messages like that but these are the two instances that live rent free in my head 💆‍♂️ #anyways bye 🏃‍♂️💨 #gw2 spoilers #pof spoilers #path of fire spoilers #ibs spoilers #icebrood saga spoilers #out of context BUT I ain't trynna get my ass beat by my friends #ryanley #my art