Log In
Recent Threads
Main Forum
Page
of 16

Gulmont's Character stories. Comments welcome.

151 replies
Posts:
1,453
Pogs:
+4,392
The Road to the East:
Chapter Nine

Argyle wanders down the labyrinthine corridors and book shelves of the Priory, looking for where Aki ended up. He's eventually directed to a door to one of the dormitory rooms.
Slowly, Argyle raises a fist, his arm creaking as it moves, almost like he were a machine, programed to go through a series of very specific motions, all stiff and arduous, a little like he were a windup toy.
He knocks on the door.
Walter opens the door. Behind him, Agnes can be seen packing up, while Aki is lounging on a bed, reading. "Yes?" Walter asks.
Argyle stares for a moment, his unwavering gaze almost disturbing in how unblinking it is. He just stands there in the doorway, unmoving, silent, his arm still held aloft, his fist clenched, as if he were still knocking on the door.
Argyle’s hand opens, one gnarled and damaged finger at a time. He begins to slowly wave a Walter, using only his elbow so it looks a little like two planks of wood that have been nailed together and left to swing in the wind.
Poor Walter doesn't know how to react to this strange Sylvari. He stands there, looking awkward. Aki's voice sounds from the background, "What is it?"
Argyle wilts a little, then looks around Walter as he hears Aki's voice.
He blinks, appearing right behind the servant, in the room, pointing behind his back with a thumb at the hallway behind them.
The two servants both jump and yelp, startled.
"We're leaving?” Aki asks, “Alright. Is there a meal prepared or shall I prepare my own?" and by that he meant that the servants would.
Argyle pauses, looking down at the ground. He casts his mind back to Gulmont by the bridge outside. He didn't seem to be eating, but then again, he didn't really remember the last time Gulmont ate, and he know Clockk only ate those tubes of unappetizing looking greyish paste, so logic would conclude there was no meal to be had.
Of course, Argyle voices none of this, he just stands there in silence, a silence that grows ever more awkward the longer it draws out. It begins to seem as though Argyle isn't going to answer at all, but he finally looks up, shaking his head in reply.
Aki rolls his eyes and sighs in an exaggerated way. "Urgh. Fine. You people are just going to have to wait while we eat, then. We'll be with you in a while." At this, the servants begin unpacking food supplies and boiling water to prepare a breakfast for their young master, and a more modest meal for themselves. Aki kicks back, returning to his book.
Argyle extends his hand, his palm open, his gnarled fingers outstretched. He begins to close them, first his index finger, crawling up like paper that's slowly burning, then his middle finger, then the last two, forming a fist with his thumb pointing to the sky.
He gives Aki a thumbs up, then turns on his heel, going back through the tunnelled hallways until he finds the little nook between bookcases where Vervain has hidden herself.
In the corner is a small backpack, an axe, a dagger, and assorted shiny junk that's purpose is anyone's guess along with a wooden toy Ventari that sits limply against the wall.
Argyle knocks against the wall.
Something stirs in the tiny, dark corner. After letting his eyes adjust, Argyle sees a single eye looking out from under a scruffy blanket. It squints in the light.
Argyle waves.
The thing under the blanket groans quietly and bundles itself back into a blanket burrito, disappearing from view.
Argyle blinks once, then crouches down, crawling into the little cubby hole to sit down beside the blanket burrito.
He begins to pet it lightly, like how you might stroke a cat, his arm creaking with every movement.
"Leaving soon," he says simply.
The bundle leans against Argyle. A mumbling comes from within. "..Mmkay."
Argyle tilts his head to one side, thinking for a moment, but not quite as long and hard as the train of thought he had a little while ago.
"Enquiry."
"Mhm?" prompts the burrito.
"Hungry." It was a question, even though it sounded more like a statement.
"Mhm", confirms the burrito.
Argyle nods stiffly. "Aki," he begins, each word given very careful consideration. "Making food."
There's a moment of silence before the burrito shuffles again, perhaps nervously. "I.. I can't eat his food," a muffled squeak says.
Argyle looks down at the burrito, his red glow illuminating the darkness. He falls silent as he thinks, trying to figure out the logistics of eating and why she might have trouble eating Aki's food more than she would anyone else's.
A crackling of chaos energies fills the little nook. Argyle hears the quick chanting of a mantra and then all of a sudden the blanket is tossed aside, and Vervain stands up, wiping away imaginary dust from her spotless garb.
The blanket falls on Argyle's head. He stays there.
"On second thought, why be needlessly prudish? I'll go check what they're cookin'," Vervain says as she squeezes out from between the bookcases and skips down along the hallway. "Oh, be a dear and pack up for me, 'kay? Love ya, chickadee," she hollers as she goes.
Argyle slowly pulls the blanket from his face and gets to his feet, just as she disappears around the corner.
There's not a lot there to pack up, and he has very little trouble fitting it all into his pockets. Everything simply seems to vanish into them, no matter how big they might be, even the axe, which goes in handle first, the axe head eventually getting shoved in.
He then turns to follow Vervain, going back to Aki's room.
The two are already arguing about Vervain's right to the food by the time Argyle gets there.
“We didn’t pack enough for everyone,” Aki protests. “This food is only for me and my servants!”
“Oh, you can afford it,” Vervain claims, waving a hand dismissively. “Besides, I deserve to eat this, and you’d be cruel to let me starve, and you wouldn’t want that, would you?” She added, fluttering her eyes at the young noble, all the while collecting food onto her own plate.
Argyle stands idly in a corner, waiting as the two argue it out, watching listlessly as Vervain's plate gets higher and higher, stacking up more bacon and eggs than are actually there.
By the time the two are done bickering, Vervain has already eaten a decent helping of food. She sets the plate down, flicks her leafy hair and twirls around. "Fine, keep your food. Geez, youth these days... See you outside!" she chimes as she walks out the door, wiping her mouth.
The three humans sit in the room, deadpan for a while before simply sighing and returning to their meals, deciding to simply accept what just transpired.
Argyle follows after her, like a puppy. Even as emotionless as he is, a wagging tail can almost be seen. Whether or not he ate any of the food himself while the others were distracted by Vervain's antics is anyone's guess, but the used napkin seems to imply he did.
Vervain and Argyle soon join Clockk, Kharn and Gulmont by the stairs leading down to the great Priory bridge.
Kharn sits leaning up against the low wall by the stairs, his nose buried in a book. Anyone who looks can see it's about Elonan history. Several similar tomes can be seen poking from a rucksack next to him.
“Where’s Aki?” Gulmont asks, looking around. He sets his gaze upon a small group of Priory types nearby, who all seem ready for a trip. There’s two Asura of either gender, a human female, a Norn woman, a female Charr a male Sylvari.
"And...Who are they?" Gulmont adds, pointing to the group.
Kharn mumbles a reply, but it is incoherent. He's clearly too lost in his book.
“What did he say?” Gulmont asks as he looks around at the others.
“Kharn!?” Clockk pipes up, only now recovering from his Frank ordeal. “Who are they!?” He points a claw at the priory party.
"thermumbllrrrmubbllrrr".
Clockk promptly kicks Kharn in the shin.
"OW"! Kharn exclaims, but keeps reading.
The male asura waddles up to Clockk, clearing his throat.
Clockk turns on the male, "WHAT!?"
"I suppose I should introduce us, yes? Are you the leader of this group"?
“Why yes,” Clockk says, puffing himself up. “Yes I am.”
“No he’s not,” Gulmont sighs in the background.
“Shut up!” Clockk snaps.
"Mmmbrlrlrllr". Kharn adds.
Argyle nods in agreement.
The asura looks them over for a moment. "Ah, yes, quite. I am Magister Brokk. Steward Gixx requested I tag along with your group, said you wouldn't mind".
“Well I do mind!” Clockk gripes. “What business does Gixx have sending you along with us! We’re going to slay a dragon, there won’t be time to cater for whatever you’re doing! I’m going to give that busybody a piece of my mind!”
And with that Clockk storms off, heading for Gixx’s office, leaving the others behind to wait for Aki.
Argyle on the other hand lets out a gasp, his eyes going wide. His hands begin to tremble and his breathing becomes erratic. He backs away from the group as well, crouching down behind one of the large stone walls.
Gulmont cringes, watching Argyle go, deciding it would be best to leave him be. “I don’t expect Clockk will be talking Gixx out of this, so welcome aboard, Magister. I’ve heard there’s already a priory team heading out to the Crystal Desert and Elona to check things out, I suppose you’ll be meeting up with them?”
The Magister looks at Argyle. "Is... is he all-right? I have healing abilities".
Gulmont looks over his shoulder at where Argyle disappeared to. “He’ll be fine…I think…Just give him a moment. He has a thing about the word ‘dragon’…and anything dragon related. Best not to mention it around him.”
The Magister nods. "I see. Well, it's to be expected I suppose given we will be entering dragon territory at some point".
“He was like this in the jungle as well,” Gulmont tells Brokk. “Just as we saw Mordremoth. He seemed to stop dead in his tracks, I’m not sure what made him move again.”
Vervain, known for having zero respect for personal place, trots over to Argyle, sits next to him and begins singing an eerie lullaby. She gently pets Argyle's leaves while doing so.
The song seems to sooth Argyle. He focuses on the sound of Vervain’s voice instead of those that only he can hear, blocking them out in favour of her. His breathing slowly becomes more regular, his hands stop their violent shaking, and the pins and needles that numbed his body start to fade.
Once he can breathe again, and the pressure on his chest that made him feel as though he was suffocating has abated, he opens his eyes, giving Vervain a nod of gratitude.
Aki finally joins the group with his entourage, looking well rested and well groomed, and casts confused glances towards the pair of strange sylvari huddling behind the corner.
Clockk comes back just as Aki does, complaining loudly. “That miserable, narcissistic windbag! He saddles us with a load of paper-pushers to baby sit!? It’s irresponsible, I tell you!”
Gixx no doubt had similar things to say about Clockk.
Brokk addresses Clockk. "I can assure you sir, we are no paper-pushers. Each and every one of my team is fully combat capable and have been on two Elder Dra... err... belligerent reptilian... campaigns as well a slew of other missions against dredge, Flame Legion, etcetera etcetera. You need not concern yourselves with our safety, nor shall we get in your way. Our mission is to escort and catalogue, recover where necessary and assist where needed".
"Oh great... a kid..." The female Charr can be heard mumbling as she looks over at Aki.
“Oh fantastic, a Charr!” Clockk snaps back. “Because we obviously need a flea-bitten hairball coming along with us more than we need a promising young student of Arcane magics!”
"What you say there pip-squeak? Wanna come say that to my face"? The Charr snarls towards Clockk, but the Norn places a hand on her shoulder.
"Easy there Khalla... try not to make enemies on day one this time."
Clockk huffs at the Charr, turning his head back to Brokk, " If you're so capable of handling yourselves then why are you even coming with us!?" he asks, throwing his arms up in exasperation.
"Are we going to be arguing all the way to Ebonhawke?" Gulmont sighs.
The Magister addresses Gulmont this time, irritated at Clockk's outburst. "Steward Gixx felt that due to your current low numbers... and that we have similar objectives... that a teaming up or sorts was in order. If you're adamant about us not coming along I'll inform Gixx and we'll make our own way".
"Aww... but boss...." The Sylvari says.
“All depends how flexible you feel like being when it comes to laws,” Gulmont shrugs. “The Seraph aren’t exactly going to let us through the gate to the Crystal Desert. They’ve posted guards on the gate, so we’re going to have to…” He trails off, picking his words. “Bypass them. And even then, once we get to the Crystal Desert, we’ll be in Joko’s kingdom. I have no idea what laws he’s set up, but I think it’s safe to say we’ll be breaking them.”
"What?!" yelps Aki. "We'll be sneaking by the Seraph? No one told me about that!"
"I was under the impression it was the Vanguard who was in command of that particular city." The Magister says.
"Fallen Angels, really," Gulmont explains. "But hey, what they don't know won't hurt 'em, right?"
Aki folds his arms defiantly. "I didn't sign up for law-breaking. There has to be another way."
Gulmont turns to Aki, giving him a smile, "We're only climbing up a mountain and hopping across the border. It’s not hurting anyone, and they’ll never even know we were there.”
"I'm with the kiddo on this one." The Norn woman says, similarly folding her arms. Being decked out in the full Priory plate it makes a noise.
"And she claims to be from Lion's Arch..." The Charr grumbles.
Aki's cheeks gain a hint of colour as the Norn agrees with him, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“We could go by boat or by air, but unless you lot have a ship, we’re not getting there that way,” Gulmont says, shrugging and holding out his palms innocently. “Besides, the Queen only put the guards there to keep out the Branded and Awakened and whatever else the Crystal Desert has. They just don’t like opening the gates in case something gets through. They’re not really laws, just unspoken rules.”
"Weeelll....." the human woman pipes up. "We... sort of... have a ship... it's not ours but it belongs to a friend..."
"You think he'd give us a lift? He's still annoyed about that incident with the frying pan." Brokk answers.
"Wasn't... my... fault." The Charr complains.
"We're also meeting someone in Ebonhawke," Gulmont adds quickly.
"You just don't want to get air or sea sick again," Clockk grumbles.
"It's an airship. I think it's currently docked at Trinity". The human says.
"Don't make me go on a blasted airship," Gulmont sobbs. "Clockk crashed the last one we were on."
"I did not crash it, the jungle did!" Clockk protests.
"Offer's there... assuming we're allowed to tag along". Brokk says, clasping his hands behind his back.
Gulmont shakes his head, “I’m walking. We’ll handle the guards at the gate when we get there. Who knows, with all the refugees they might even have opened it by now.”
Clockk face palms. “This fool will get into know end of trouble if I’m not there to guide him in the right direction, so as much as I’d rather use your airship, I’m following him.”
Argyle steps up to the others, his own choice made.
Aki doesn't seem pleased, but he is set on following Clockk.
Argyle looks to Vervain.
Vervain shrugs.
Argyle shrugs in return, shoulders creaking.
"How about I message Jurgan to meet us near Ebonhawke? Then, anyone who wants to come can... well, come". The human suggests.
"Yeah, but what would Ebonhawke, or better yet, the Charr say with an airship hovering around without permission? The Norn says.
"Dude... seriously..." The Charr says. "The man's a pirate".
"Ex-pirate". Brokk corrects.
"Whatever".
"If he were to meet us in Ebonhawke we'd already be there," Gulmont points out. "There's not much point." He looks up at the sky. "And we're wasting daylight."
"Probably be easier to go from Trinity anyway". The Sylvari shrugs.
Brokk sighs. "Well, it seems we won't be joining you then. I'm not sure about going up against the Vanguard, or Seraph or just about anyone else in the area, and most of my team seem to concur with me there. Ah well. Perhaps we'll meet up again once we're all in the desert, yes?"
“Gixx was saying something about some dwarven ruins up in the highlands,” Clockk says, sniffing indignantly. “I wasn’t really paying attention, but you may want to look there, when you get there.”
“Dwarven?! Really"? The Norn asks Clockk.
"Where"? Demands the Charr.
“The desert highlands!” Clockk repeats, rolling his eyes. “Honestly, if you’d listen for five minutes without interrupting you might learn something. Go ask Gixx if you really want to know. It’s something that the dwarves, Ogden and Rhoban, have been looking into.”
"Right... I'm tearing his head off." Khalla starts towards Clockk but is held back by the Norn and the Sylvari.
“Brutish primitive,” Clockk sneers.
“And that’s our queue to get the heck out of dodge,” Gulmont announces, picking Clockk up by his tufted of hair and legging it down the stairs, to the winding path that leads to the Priory Bridge.
“Unhand me, you degenerate!” Clockk screams, throwing punches and kicks in Gulmont’s grasp. “You reprobate! You toothless Neanderthal! Have some respect for your betters! Put me down this instant!”
Argyle watches the two of them fade from view, then waves stiffly, forming a portal under Aki, Kharn, Vervain and himself before disappearing through it.

Spoiler: Show
R6D2fok.png
http://www.guildwars2roleplayers.com/forum/m/2737230/viewthread/6221257-gulmont-longrange-ps-comments-welcome

4dJxheu.jpg
http://www.guildwars2roleplayers.com/forum/m/2737230/viewthread/7158668-clockk-ps-feedback-welcome-wip
Posted Dec 27, 17 · OP
Pog
x 1
x 1
List
Undo
Posts:
1,453
Pogs:
+4,392
The Road to the East:
Chapter Ten

The Order made their way down the slope that met the Priory bridge, looking out at the valley below them. The tops of trees could be seen poking out from beneath the mist, but the world was otherwise a blanket of cold clouds that prevented the valley floor from being seen.
Gulmont lead the way, much to Clockk’s annoyance, dismissing any need for maps, the usual argument commencing. At some point the man had changed out of his lighter leathers into heavy furs that were as white as the world around them, making him blend in almost perfectly if he were to hide.
Argyle too had changed into warmer gear, exchanging his elegant orange coat for a dark black one that looked particularly cosy in the bitter chill of the mountains. He still moved like he was frozen solid, but it seemed more appropriate up here.
Clockk was still clad in his usual armour, but whatever heat system was running through it must have been turned up all the way, as the snow melted before him in an instant. Once it was out of Clockk warm aura, it froze back up again, but the Asura was doing an adequate job of clearing a path for them.
The road going forward could hardly be considered a road, it was mostly black dirt that had not been completely covered by the snow. It was unclear how the road was still here after so long, but soon it didn’t seem to matter much, as the further away from the Priory they went the less of the road they saw.
Instead they became more focused on the perilous drops all around them. The road wound around the craggy mountain tops, often becoming so narrow that they had to pass one at a time, hugging the rock and hoping against hope that the ground didn’t give out beneath them and send them plummeting to their doom.
The nights were long here, with daylight sparse. It made navigation hard and Gulmont could often be heard wishing Rheya were among them. “She knows these mountains better than me,” he would say as he stubbornly refused Clockk’s map. “I can get us to Ascalon, but I bet she’d know a quicker way.”
Finding caves to camp in didn’t prove to be very difficult, there were so many rocky outcroppings that finding shelter from the winds was relatively easy. The difficult thing was not being blown off the mountain top in their sleep by the force of the winds.
The worst part of the journey was the blizzards. This high into the mountains the blizzards were harsh and plentiful. They came seemingly out of nowhere, the gales sending what felt like razor sharp fangs of ice into their faces. Everything around them became white, and they could hardly make out their hands in front of their faces. More often or not they found they had to stop and camp to wait until the blizzards passed.
For anyone who wasn’t a Norn, camping in the Shiverpeaks was miserable. Everyone was cold and wet. It was hard to start a fire most of the time, which meant that food consisted mostly of dried and salted cold meats that Gulmont had brought with him, and they soon ran out. At night the winds howled, and the order found they had to keep huddled together to preserve body heat. Clockk’s heated armour came in useful once again in these instances, much to his chagrin.
Once the food ran out, Gulmont and Argyle would go out to hunt, but there were few creatures in this region to hunt, so they ended up going hungry a lot of the time, rationing what little food they were able to gather.
Soon however the road ahead began to decline, things became less rocky, and it was clear the worst of it was over, even if the road did disappear completely, getting covered by snow. The mountains became further apart, with wide stretches of frozen land separating them.
As they continued, deer, moa and even dolyak began to appear, and the order was able to fill their bellies on whatever they could catch. It was after one such feast that Gulmont announced that they had made it through Lornar’s pass and were now in Snowden Drifts.
For the first few days, Snowden Drifts certainly earned its name. It was nothing but mile long snow drifts with the occasional frosted pine tree that had somehow managed to grow out here in this unforgiving landscape.
While the path had vanished, there had been a few torches set up to guide travellers along the path, but the torches had long since been extinguished. It was perhaps a little pointless to have them out here at all, as no sooner had they been lit, they were blown out again by a sudden bitter gust of wind.
They eventually reached the Lion Road, the main trade route through Tyria. Here the road was surprisingly well maintained, with cobble stones that were very visible, with only a smattering of snow and weeds between them.
During the first day upon reaching the Lion Road, they came upon Snowdrift Haven, and thought it best to spend the night behind the safety of the Lionguard’s walls, restocking on supplies from merchants going to and from Lion’s Arch while selling off the things they no longer needed.
After resting up, the Order was on the move again, finding the trip to be much easier now that there was a real road to walk along, one that was even busy with merchants and travellers not unlike themselves.
It wasn’t long after leaving Snowden Haven that things began to take a turn for the worse once again however. In the distance, like that jaws of Jormag itself, pillars of ice rose up, its menacing black and startling blue marring the landscape.
They weren’t three hours out of Snowden Haven before they found their path blocked by the Lionguard.
“Hold there, travellers,” said am authoritative female voice. “I can’t let you go any further.”
The Lionguard that approached them was tall, so tall that Gulmont almost mistook her for a Norn. She looked to be somewhere in her mid-forties, smile lines already forming around her mouth, and a few crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes.
Her frame was muscular, her face hard, like a warrior that had seen her fair share of combat. This was not a woman that would have fit into a pretty dress, and seemed more suited to the heavy plate armour she was clad in.
Her skin was tanned, marking her as someone of Krytan decent, possible someone who had lived in Lion’s Arch all her life. She certainly didn’t seem fit for the cold, as she shivered ever so slightly, and looked as though she had to keep her teeth from chattering.
Her hair was styled into a neatly trimmed Mohawk, her helm resting at her side as she observed the group approaching, her violet eyes narrowed, not in suspicion, but in very clear caution.
"Aww man... don't tell me Svanir guys are blocking the roads again..." Kharn grumbled. He was tired, cold and in no mood to get into a fight.
“Exactly it, I’m afraid,” The Lionguard nodded to Kharn, shrugging her shoulders a little, looking largely indifferent. “They set up camp on the road two days ago and have been making sacrifices of travellers to the dragon.”
Argyle flinched a little, his visage shimmering. He began to mutter under his breath to himself quietly.
“Well, you’re the Lionguard, aren’t you!?” Clockk pointed out, stepping forward. “You’re supposed to deal with these kinds of thing!”
“I can’t, I’m afraid,” she said, shaking her head. “The Lionguard are spread out as it is, we’re still…” She then broke off, coughing heavily, almost doubling over with the force of it.
"Sick?” Kharn asked. “Whoa, must be bad if th' whole 'guard are down with it."
The Lionguard looked as though she’s trying to reply, but the coughing stopped her.
“Scarlet’s Rattle?” Gulmont asked, his eyes narrowed a little.
She nodded in reply, taking a deep breath.
"I saw one of those once,” Kharn mentioned. “Bit me."
Gulmont cringed, but the woman only laughed.
“It’s a lung condition,” she explained, “Caused by the miasma that was used in the attack on Lion’s Arch a few years back. We suffered heavy losses in that battle, and we’re still recovering, so all we can do if guard the roads and make sure people don’t wander into a trap.”
"Oohh.... right... that Scarlets Rattle. I thought you meant a snake". Kharn rubbed the back of his head, knocking his goggles off in the process.
“Look, uh…” Gulmont held out a hand for the Lionguard to introduce herself.
“Lionguard Constance Tyme,” she said.
“Right, Lionguard Tyme. Look, we really need to get through here, and we’re kind of experts in dealing with Dragon minions, so if you’d like us to take care of it,” Gulmont continues, looking back at the others with a grin. “It’s been a while since we gave the Svanir a good thrashing. What do you guys say?”
"CHOO"! Kharn sneezed, giving a thumbs up.
"Well, I guess we have too, seen as someone is too incompetent to do their job properly," Said Clockk.
Constance glared at the Asura.
Kharn clamped a paw over Clockk's mouth and grinned at the Lionguard. "He means we'd be happy to help! Right guys? Yeah! WOO! Let's go kick ass!"
Argyle nodded as Clockk tried to say something, but Kharn's massive paw almost encompassed his head completely, stopping him from saying another word.
Constance sighed, “I can’t let you all go alone, it would be a dereliction of my duty.”
“Oh, like you’ve not done that already,” Clockk grumbled as he wriggled out of Kharn’s hold, earing himself another glare from the Lionguard.
Gulmont shrugged, “You’re free to come along, this shouldn’t take long though.”
Constance frowned, dubious of Gulmont’s confidence.
As the Order walked ahead the corrupted ice became more prevalent. Great sheets of it covered the road, pulsating ominously. The strange light it emitted was violent shades of black, purple and blue, and seemed to be spreading like a fungus across the ground.
Constance kept on her guard, looking around cautiously, her hand on the mace at her side. She slipped her helm onto her head, her teeth chattering in the cold, much to her chagrin. She hated this cold and dearly wished she could return to the warmth of Lion’s Arch.
Gulmont on the other hand seemed completely unperturbed, his hands folded behind his head, a spring in his step and a song on his lips. He hummed merrily as he walked along, showing no sign that he was worried in any way at all about the danger they were walking towards.
As Dragon Banners begun to come into view, dotting the road here and there, announcing the presence of the Svanir far before they even reached the Norn’s camp, Clockk’s scowl deepened. He started to kick down the banners, muttering to himself as they went.
The Svanir camp soon came into view, though it wasn’t anything as grant ad intimidating as something like Blasted Haven. It was more subdued, consisting of only a few large fires with around ten Svanir sitting around them.
The Icebrood were the things that concerned Gulmont more. The creatures towered over the Svanir, lumbering around like monoliths brought to life by the dragon’s power. While they might have at one point been flesh and blood, they were now beings made entirely of ice.
Argyle stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes going wide. It looked as though he were about to have another panic attack, like the one that had come over him the day they had left the Priory. His hands began to shake and his breathing became erratic, but it didn’t last.
Argyle steeled himself to the fear bubbling up inside of him, he locked it away behind a partition in his mind, chained and padlocked in a box that he refused to open, at least for now. Once the battle was over, he knew he would have to acknowledge the terror, but that was something yet to come to pass.
Gulmont crouched behind a rock, gesturing to the others to come over.
“What now?” Constance asked.
"Now the fun starts"! Kharn grinned as he unsheathed his heavily modified greatsword, giving it a tender pat as he adjusted the settings on the dials near the hilt. The blade began to hum and glow a soft blue, akin to the corruption of Jormag.
“And what is that?” Constance added, flinching away from the blade.
Clockk crossed his arms, looking smug, but passed up the opportunity to brag in favour of letting Kharn explain.
"This is my Brander Buster Mk.7.7!” The Charr said. “'specially designed to take on dragon minions of all stripes. See, all dragon magic emits at a certain wavelength or frequency. What the B.B. does is take that signal, reverses its polarity an' shoots out an anti-draconic energy beam that messes with that specific dragon types' energy signature, causing it to disintegrate at a molecular level!"
Constance blinked, “And can I get that in New Krytan?”
Kharn looked at Constance's bewildered face and added, "It makes 'em 'splode real good! OH! An' don't worry about gettin' hit. The beam is harmless to anything other than that signature. I tested it myself. Unless you got Jormag corruption in ya, it should pass through you no probs."
“Good enough for me,” Constance said after he’d finished with his explanation.
Gulmont snickered, notching an arrow. “I think we’ve waiting long enough,” he said, swinging his arm over the rock they were crouched behind and letting out a yell as he released the arrow. “Dragonbane ho!”
The arrow sored into the air, higher and higher, until it disappeared amongst the sunlight. A split second later, at the pinnacle of its arc, the arrow plummeted to the ground ,whistling as it cut through the air around it.
The arrow embedded itself in one of the Svanir, through the back of the hulking Norn’s neck. He fell forward, letting out a gargling noise as he landed face first in the fire, the flames licking at his flesh and blood pooled around him.
The rest of the Svanir sprung to their feet, looking around wildly. “Who dares to challenge the servants of Dragon!?” one called out, dressed in the garb of a shaman. “All who face us are doomed to fail!”
Kharn followed Gulmont's lead and aimed the B.B at one of the Icebrood.
The lumbering beast noticed the commotion and turned to face the fallen Svanir... right before a bright blue beam slammed right into its chest. It uttered a roar as the beams' energies wracked through it, causing what could almost be described as a burn tearing a hole through the upper torso. It fell to the ground but wasn’t entirely dead. The lower half still kicked.
"Hrmm... gotta up the power a titch..." Kharn muttered, turning another knob. The blue glow intensified, as did the hum.
Constance’s eyes widened, her mouth agape as she watched the colossal icebrood fall to the ground.
“This is the part where we attack, Lionguard,” Clockk said, giving Constance a patronising glare. “In case it wasn’t obvious and you’re quite done making a fool of yourself.”
The Asura then drew his greatsword from his back and charged around the rock, leaping into the fray.
There was a howl from somewhere within the camp, and a pack of Icebrood wolves appeared, salivating and foaming at the mouths, their saliva freezing and forming icicles around their gaping maws.
Clockk swung his blade around his head, gripping it with both hands as his slammed the weapon into one of the creatures, cleaving it in two before turning on the next. Clockk flailing around with a weapon twice his size might have been comical, if it wasn’t so deadly.
The icebrood wolves shattered, but there was no blood to splatter the earth and stain the snow, it was all already frozen, like the black hearts of the creatures that were felled, their bodies landing in splintered piles.
"Don't mind Tokkers, he's just bad with people. Here, wanna try"? Kharn said, holding out his blade to Constance.
“I think I had better concentrate on not getting myself killed instead,” Constance said as she poked her head over the rock, more than a little concerned about how nonchalant Kharn seemed now that they’d drawn attention to themselves.
As if on cue, the Shavin pinpointed the Dragonbane’s position, the shaman pointing a finger at the rock where they hid. “There! Destroy these weaklings, show them the power that Dragon has granted us, use it to crush them!”
"eep". Kharn squeaked before cloning himself and launching said clones at the Shaman.
“Whay? Who?” Constance asked as Kharn exploded into multiple versions of himself, only to watch each one shatter into a million pieces and more take up their place, all shooting at the shaman who does his best to block their blows.
Kharn cloned himself more after the initial wave has shattered, hoping to mask which is the true Kharn. "Might wanna move there, Contrived."
The Shaman can’t keep up with the endless assault of Kharn clones however, each one wracking his mind with pain that he doesn’t physically feel. The Svanir let out a cry of agony before his brain shut down and he crumpled to the floor.
The Shaman was just one Norn in a camp full of them however. The Svanir pushed forward, ignoring Clockk, satisfied that the Icebrood Wolves were keeping him occupied, and turning their attention to the other Dragonbanes.
Constance griped her mace in her hand, letting out a war cry as she vaulted over the rock and ran into the fray. The Norn were more than a head taller than her though, so she focused on swinging her mace into their knee caps, breaking them and watching them stumble down to her level before cracking their heads open, their heads getting caved in.
As the battle raged, Argyle became enveloped in a bright light, so bright that it was blinding. The Svanir had to raise their hands to their eyes to shield them from the light as the Soundless Sylvari exploded into a kaleidoscope of every colour of the spectrum.
Within the orb of light, the orange suit he was wearing disappeard, the fabric shattering like glass, only to be replaced by leaves that were as strong as steel, that burst from the centre of his chest to cover his torso and legs.
Thorns grew from his wrists, covering his hands and crawling up his arms, each jagged spike glowing the same colour as is own glow. The thorns moved up to his shoulder blades, where two great leaves grew and cascaded down his back like a cape.
Leaves began to sprout and wrap around his feet, then began to climb up his legs and harden into a material akin to bark, yet a bark that was as strong as plate. When the bark reached his waist, it blossomed into leaves and fell down the back of his legs to join the cape at his shoulder blades.
Argyle then threw his head back, his leaf like hair flourishing in a breeze that was not really there. Fabric billowed out from his sternum and traveled up to is head, covering his head in a hood that connected to the leaf like cape.
The transformation was over in a blink of an eye, and in that blink, Argyle reappeared, the suit he wore replaced by his armour.
He drew his revolver from its holster, just as a Icebrood Colossus stomped into the battle field.
Argyle fired on the creature, the chaos bullet tearing towards it and slamming into the block of ice, creating cracks along its form.
Argyle then blinked, reappearing exactly where the bullet sunk in. He plunged his blade into the crack, then blinked away again, just in time to dodge one of the creature’s huge spiked arms.
He reappeard again, this time in mid-air, above the creature, firing upon it. The next bullet sinked in, splintering the ice further. The crack only worsened as Argyle disappeared and reappeared yet again, impaling the creature on his blade in exactly the same spot as the bullet sunk itself.
He kept on disappearing and reappearing, dodging the Colossus as it flailed around, trying to hit him, each time firing upon it and impaling it a heartbeat later, until the Colossus could take no more.
With a groan it fell to the ground, shards of ice falling everywhere as it came apart, the chunks shattering on impact with the ground.
“So much blinking,” Gulmont grumbled as he notched another arrow and poked his head over the rock, finding a charging Svanir and firing, the arrow landing squarely in the Norn’s eye. “Mesmers,” he sighed, shaking his head.
At that moment, a bellow of rage rang through the air, and a mound of hulking ice in the shape of a person emerged from the snow drifts. Jagged horns erupted from his head, and his eyes glowed with an eerily blue light.
“Goliath!” Gulmont called out as the creature swung its gigantic mace into the ground, causing the world around it him to tremble.
“Don’t just yell about it!” Clockk hollered. “Converge!”
And so the Order did, with blade and magic, the air filling with the sounds of battle.
The Goliath was nothing against the combined wrath of the Dragonbane Order. It let out a groan as it fell, chunks of the creature sliding to the ground, cut cleanly in two.
With the fall of the Goliath, The Svanir retreated, running for the hills as quickly as they could, yelling back promises of vengeance.
“Big talk for a load of fools who just got destroyed!” Clockk yelled back, looking smug.
“I must admit,” Constance said, shouldering her mace as he huffed and puffed. “I underestimated you.”
“You should have known better,” Clockk pointed out, looking down his nose at her.
Constance let his remark pass with a shake of her head. “With the Svanir removed I’ll need to report back to the Haven. I think it’s safe to say you can pass now.”
Gulmont gave her a lopsided smile. “Pleasure fighting beside you, Lionguard,” he said, extending a hand.
“I think I can say the same,” Constance nodded, taking his hand and giving it a shake so firm Gulmont was sure she could have broken his hand with little effort.
He took his hand back, giving it a shake to get the feeling back into it. “Right, well, I suppose we’d better get going. Bloomy paths, Lionguard.”
“And may Balthazar guide your blade,” Constance nodded, giving Gulmont a grin.
Gulmont wasn’t sure how to react to that, so instead turned on his heel, saying to the others, “Common, let’s get going.”
With that the Order moved on, heading deeper into the Shiverpeaks.

Spoiler: Show
R6D2fok.png
http://www.guildwars2roleplayers.com/forum/m/2737230/viewthread/6221257-gulmont-longrange-ps-comments-welcome

4dJxheu.jpg
http://www.guildwars2roleplayers.com/forum/m/2737230/viewthread/7158668-clockk-ps-feedback-welcome-wip
Posted Apr 13, 18 · OP
Page
of 16
Guild Wars 2 copyright:
© 2011 ArenaNet, Inc. All rights reserved.
NCsoft, the interlocking NC logo, ArenaNet, Arena.net, Guild Wars, Guild Wars Factions, Factions, Guild Wars Nightfall, Nightfall, Guild Wars: Eye of the North, Guild Wars Eye of the North, Eye of the North, Guild Wars 2, and all associated logos and designs are trademarks or registered trademarks of NCsoft Corporation.
All other trademarks are the property of their respective owners.
NoticeNotices