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Logan Vs. Tybalt “Commander Thakeray.  Commander Thakeray!  Can I talk to you a moment?”  Tybalt Leftpaw leaves his apple cart in the center of the arena and runs over to where Logan is inspecting his weapons.  Tybalt flicks a quick glance over Logan’s razor edged sword and feather edged shield.  Grinning from ears to ears, Tybalt thrusts out a clawed hand to Logan. “The name’s Tybalt, Commander Thakeray.  I’m a big fan from your Destiny’s Edge days.  I just wanted to say it’s an honor meeting you, and do you think you could get me Tribune Brimstone’s autograph?”  He grips the char

Guild Wars 2 Lost in Sylvari Forests 1 ​By Dropingbow 'Run Frayonn! Run!' I scream to myself as I stare dumbly at the monster before me. A huge, ugly, green thing with massive tusks. 'Run! Dammit feet! Move!' When my feet finally get going, the monster is already charging at me. I spin around and run as fast as I can. I’d seen monsters like that before, in the swamps, but these were bigger than any swamp troll. They were huge! I hear more snarls behind me as I run. I risk a glance back and saw more of those hideous creatures. 'Dammit!' I thought as I stumble over the uneven terrain. Why was this damn forest so rough. It was as if

Glow “I need a bag please.” The small asuran tailor stared up at the face of a smoke-furred charr. “A bag? How big?” Vallus untied the coin purse that hung from his neck beside an embellished emerald pendant and counted out fifteen silver pieces. “What will this get me?” The merchant reached into the shelves behind her and took out a grey medium-sized bag. “This will last you a long time, made it myself. Cotton. Can’t carry a lot, but it’s enough for everyday stuff. What do you need it for, if you don’t mind me asking?” Vallus frowned and his tail tensed up. “Actuall

Among the branches of an ice-hardened pine, a squirrel barked irritably at the pair of children loitering about at the base of his home by the road. The straw-haired boy gave a furtive glance up and down the path as the creature’s noise seemed to almost echo in the chill of the morning; it was the sort of still cold, and the morning was just early enough to find itself in relative silence between the clamor of the night’s fauna and the proper day’s bustle. The girl beside the boy gave him an elbow to the rib, and he gave her a rueful look, but shortly capitulated to looking at the ground sheepishly. A few moments prior, the

'The money was good.' Zach had said. David had to keep repeating that sentence within the confines of his mind. The money was good but the job was dull, though very little entertained David. But work was never meant to be considered entertaining. Zach's cheerful optimism was staggering; nothing seemed to dampen his spirits. It was always, 'Well we are getting further to our next stop.' or 'At least we have made it this far without running into any trouble.’ David prayed for trouble; a fight might make something of the longevity of this blasted job. The job was a simple escort; take the caravan from 'A' to 'B'. The only complication bein

Furiaye stood still amongst the ancient ruins on the isle in the middle of charr territory and watched him walk away. A subtle breeze had kept them company through out the journey through the plains and rocks, toying with her long black hair now, whipping the lengths across her cinnamon skinned face.  A face that was slowly dissolving from her bright smile into an expression of dread the further her companion walked from her.  A long low groan escaped her once he was out of sight, her head sinking into both hands.   “Of all the people under that hood, Navaere…”  She lifted her head as the wolf nudged at her side to sink he

The arrow was nocked, amber eyes squinting as she took aim at the target clear across the gardens.  It was a long shot, a good two feet further than was Furiaye’s usual range.  A man stood to her side and back a short ways, his voice low as he murmured advice in making the shot, how to angle it just right, the things to account for.  Wind, unexpected sounds, anything that might cause a shift in her attention, his tone was patient and kind, a perfect melody in her ears.  It was also why the man was her mentor.   Jaimas was an older man, a retired scout who’d spent the last few years of his working like stationed in Kessex.  He sti

Sharak slowly closed his journal after letting the ink of his recent entry dry. Today had been a good day for not only for he and the Katasi but for the Charr defending their homeland against Kralkatorrik. The memory of that battle brought a small smirk to his face as he left his seat to grab a dark garb. However, that battle, that event in time was past and Sharak had to move on...yet move back. Slowly, he snuffed the flames of the candles that lit the interior of the tent which made shadows from the fires outside dance on the woven walls. Turning to his right, his claws grabbed his gun belt hanging on a post. While he was in his home territ