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Twice now, Cyntri had come extremely close to dying, and twice she’d had to save herself with some rather extreme use of fire magic. While she could continue to argue all she liked about how nobody else would have had the stones to save themselves in such a way, the fact of the matter was… she really had to stop being so reckless.
Fear wasn’t really something she’d experienced much of in her life. She’d tried her best to leave that emotion well behind her, back in her earliest days when she had thought she could rely on other Sylvari to help her and had been proven awfully wrong. Yet Kinzoh, it seemed, managed to bring that emotion back in sickening amounts; the look on his face when he’d attempted to lace her full of grenade shrapnel had been… terrifying. Filled with fire and rage; he’d been more determined to see her dead in that moment than anybody else had ever been. Cyntri often joked that many Sylvari wanted her dead, and frankly it was probably true, but… but none of them had ever looked like that before. Save for perhaps the addled Aindryas when the spores had started to take their toll on him.
Hysterical laughter escaped as she tried to stand, knees buckling the very second she tried to put any real weight on them and sending her splashing into the water. The pain that rippled through her body was damn near agonising. For a moment, when she realised that getting out of the small alcove would be almost impossible, Cyntri chastised herself for not asking Faynrial to help her.
Then she chastised herself for thinking she wanted anybody’s help to begin with.
Panic started to set in again despite her best efforts. Centaurs weren’t close… but they weren’t that far, either. Spiders afflicted with spore poisoning were certainly close and Cyntri had little doubt they would attack her if they saw her. The Seraph were hit and miss; if they suspected her of being involved with the alliance then they would probably arrest her or outright kill her. And if Kinzoh ran across her, she was beyond dead.
Another, smaller bout of hysterical laughter took hold of Cyntri as she used the vines on the cave wall to pull herself back to her feet, the panicked edge of her laugh unmissable. She had told Faynrial that this wound wouldn’t be enough to kill her and, to some degree, she was telling the truth. The wound itself wasn’t going to kill her, but the consequences of being wounded so gravely might. If she couldn’t get anywhere safe to recover, Cyntri was doomed. Death was still currently a very scary prospect, having come so close to it twice already.
For the first time in recent memory, Cyntri was utterly and completely bothered by how alone she was. And while normally she may have taunted Faynrial for how much he seemed to have given a damn, even if he wasn’t in earshot… it was all Cyntri could manage to not cry at the fact she was alone, helpless, very afraid and had turned down the only offer of help she’d been given in years.
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Thank you to the couple of people who responded. :) Since the only replies I got were people saying they didn’t mind the roleplay posts, I guess I’ll keep posting here for now and maybe ask again in the future. I will only tag them with the relevant names of characters, “GW2 roleplay” and “Felidae does roleplay” so if you want to block any of those tags, now you know!
Also here is your warning, roleplay post incoming immediately after this text one. Thanks again to the folks who replied to my last post!
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Been doing a bit of thinking, dangerous as it is for me to do such a thing.
Would people and followers of this blog prefer it if I made a separate blog for my roleplay posts or roleplay-related content? It might lessen the salad spam slightly and it means people can opt in or out of anything roleplay-related, instead of being forced to read past it.
(I’m also feeling bad for the salad spam. Sorry. ._. )
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(Hey dudes, Felid’s RP buddy here! Figured after her little introspective Ain thingy, I should write one from Kinzoh’s viewpoint, and spam you up even more. Enjoooy!)
Kinzoh smirked, gloved hands running lovingly over the ‘rifle’ he’d just crafted, a barbed, tangled mess of thorns and bark, all spines and briars. It had been almost a day now, since he’d woken up and smashed his way out of that pod, dripping with acrid ooze and sickly green fluid. He’d entered it unhinged, driven to the brink of despair by the twin terrors of the courtier Cyntri, and the hallucinogenic spores that the Tower had left seeded in his mind. Now… What was he now?
The smirk turned bitter, and the Sylvari cast his eyes around the glum cave, eventually settling on a still, stagnant puddle. With false confidence, he strode over, kneeling next to it and staring at the face that dared to look back. It felt… disturbing. Who’s face was it? That of the fool who’d tossed his life away on a demented gamble? Or that of the monster who’d woken up in place no one should have slept in? Who was he? Who was Kinzoh?
With a snarl of frustration, the creature swung his weapon recklessly, firing a barrage of thorns at the reflection. Its destruction gave him little satisfaction. He’d been born into the shadow of this suicidal fool, and now his supposed ‘dearheart’ wanted to revive him? What gave that lumbering oakheart the right to bring back the dead? His voice came out as a guttural growl, harsh and coarse, threatening the shadow that already seemed intent on ending his short life. “I promise you, Ain… I’m all that’s left. You hear me? That fucking fool’s dead, and you’re not killing me to bring him back!”
The growl became a roar, Kinzoh’s eyes wide with a mixture of rage and terror, each word another strike at the ghostly enemy in his head. “What gives you the right to take away what I’ve earned? What gives any of you stuck up bastards the right to decide what I am?” Flecks of spittle flew from his lips, his legs carrying him around the empty cavern of their own accord, before coming to a halt in front of its rear wall, the only light here that of his own, sickly green glow. When he finally spoke again, the rage was gone, replaced with a cold, confident sneer.
“… I’m Kinzoh. I’ve got his memories, I remember his dreams. You can’t bring the old one back any more than you can turn back time. Still…” His lips twisted, a cruel, self-satisfied smile taking root on his face. “You can still join me. There’s time left, Aindryas. The Tower won’t collapse yet. Just let it all go, just curl up, and go back to sleep.” Unexpectedly, a giggle crawled out of his mouth, seeming to take the Sylvari himself for surprise, and for a moment, you’d be forgiven for mistaking him as a newly-emerged sapling. “I’ll wait for you, until you wake up and let go of that silly Dream.”
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(OoC: || For reference, this is about salads. Yes. This is my awesome salad roleplay and I know I’m spamming salads but honestly I’m not going to be sorry for it because I’m really enjoying my roleplaying right now. It’s keeping me in the game, it’s keeping me active, and it’s really driving me to level my characters. So… no apologies this time. Enjoy some angst!)
Failure had never hit Aindryas harder in his life.
Kinzoh had been missing for several days, and Aindryas had been harassed by a Courtier ranger while returning from the company of the slightly deplorable but generally useful Asuran necromancer. But he’d never once considered that Kinzoh was in complete danger. Danger, certainly…
While Aindryas had been occupied, Cyntri had found Kinzoh, and the worst had happened. Ain’s temper threatened to explode at the very thought of the elementalist and her smug little face; if he’d just killed her when he had had the chance none of this could have happened to begin with! But no, he had let her live, and now…
Now Kinzoh was infected so badly by the spores that even his appearance had changed slightly. His hair was a deep black now, as if infected with something sickly, and his spearmint glow had since become an awful acid green. He was taller, too, if only by a little bit, and slightly buffer. The physical changes weren’t the worst though.
The personality… was terrible. It was like the spores had festered in Kinzoh’s mind for so long that he’d developed a secondary personality. Like some parasite was in Kinzoh’s head, turning Kinzoh into a puppet.
So caught up in his racing thoughts, Aindryas didn’t notice when his foot caught on a stray branch until too late and he tumbled to the floor. A rather strangled, surprised and angry sort of cry escaped him as he fell, too, but when he hit the floor all the fight fled from his body. His overwhelming failure to defend Kinzoh caught up to him like a stampede and crushed Aindryas under the weight of the guilt it brought with it; the Sylvari curled into the tightest ball he could manage and broke into tears.
He was a failure.
The one thing he had had left in the world after Fiorinne’s disappearance, and it had been snatched away from him thanks to his own negligence.
And for all his brave talk, when faced with the imposter wearing Kinzoh’s face, and for all his claims that he was going to wake Kinzoh back up and kill the parasite infecting him… Aindryas wasn’t really sure he could do it. He wanted to; he wished with all the will in the world that he could… but if he couldn’t…
Aindryas hadn’t even managed to muster the courage to tell Kinzoh that he loved him. How was he supposed to save the Sylvari he’d since fallen in love with when he couldn’t even be honest enough with him to tell him his feelings?
"It should have been me," he wept softly to himself, covering his head with his hands and arms in a pitiful attempt to hide himself from the rest of the world. "It should have been me."
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Before I go to sleep; the new character! Meet Alyssia, Alyss for short. (I’m super tired and don’t remember her last name but she does actually have one I promise.)
That armour was too good I had to buy it while on sale and make a character with it. Since I already had a ranger and a thief, I decided to make a second engineer that I’ll build totally differently to my first one! Yay. :3 Alyss is a cutie. (And Aetherblade shoulders I’ve had since forever finally have a use!)
She’s a massive fan of the charr, much to the chagrin of some of her more human friends, and she really wants to work closely with charr engineers and inventors to see how they work because she far prefers their method to human or Asura ones. (Asura are smart, Alyss admits, but some of them have a terrible attitude and Alyss feels they sometimes get a bit too complex.)
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“The Charr are simple. And I don’t mean that they’re stupid, cause they’re not; they’re just simple. They get a goal, they focus on it, and they sort themselves out according to their talents, so every Charr can do what they’re good at. See? It’s simple.
It’s simple, and it works brilliantly. Genius. If I’m honest, I find them more of an inspiration than I find my own race. Human society just makes my head hurt.”
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Sometimes even the Nightmares need brief moments of respite.
Yup it’s another salad picture and I am not sorry about it at all. (I promise I will take my charrs into the world and take pretty screenshots with them, I swear to god I’ll do it one day in return for all the salad pictures.) Thought this screeny was really nice after I took a closer look at - at first I was annoyed because Cyntri had blinked but then I actually liked it the more I looked.
Won’t lie, gonna miss that armour when it’s gone.
Also who likes Cyntri’s new staff?! Bloody Prince staff works utterly perfectly with her and I can only hope the Flamekissed won’t change so drastically the staff no longer looks any good. :<
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Featuring NEARLY THE ENTIRE CAST!And doing four days in one day because I can. I don’t do halves when I have the RP bug.
Broken into a readmore for convenience and length. Day two to four under the break.
DAY ONE: Describe your character’s relationship with their mother or their father, or both. Was it good? Bad? Were they spoiled rotten, ignored? Do they still get along now, or no?
Felidae: Felid didn’t spend much time with her parents, such is the typical Charr way. She had a decent relationship with her mother, however, and still keeps in contact now and then when she isn’t busy. Her father was a loyal Blood soldier who died in the heat of battle alongside his entire warband, but was very much Felid’s inspiration for wanting to be a soldier in the first place.
Schier: Schier and her parents didn’t get along the instant Schier showed some interest in necromancy. While it would be unfair to say her parents hated her, they certainly distanced themselves from Schier and as soon as she was weaned and in the Fahrar, all contact between them stopped. She hasn’t thought about them for many years.
Aindryas: Ain is simply one Sylvari among many; he gets along with the Pale Tree in that he is a Dreamer and he tries his best to follow what he believes to be the right and just path (influenced by Ventari’s teachings of course.) He isn’t a special Sylvari however, and he hasn’t really spoken much to his Mother… ever.
Cyntri: Cyntri has never and will never see eye to eye with her mother, and while most Sylvari Dream of a Wyld Hunt or something similar, Cyntri’s Dream was dark, grim and bloody. She mocks the Pale Tree openly and holds her responsible for Cyntri’s rather grim start to life, blaming her for the reason she went to Nightmare in the first place. That said, deep in the darkest and most secret regions of Cyntri’s mind, she has a fear that perhaps she interpreted her Dream wrongly and so set herself on the wrong path, thus disappointing the Pale Tree from the instant she took her first steps in the world.
More below the break!
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IMAGE QUALITY IS TERRIBLE AND I APOLOGISE
Not sure why it rendered so badly and I’m going to have to look into it, but since this is just a small fun video I don’t think it matters too much.
This is how you carry fractals.
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