#gw2 lyssa

[i-mybrunettelady]

my future will listen to me

Summary: Alysannyra meets her patron goddess, Lyssa, at long last. Content warnings: None Spoilers: HoT & LWS3 Note: My piece for the @gw2-zine! Go check out the world of my lovely collaborators, and go follow the zine blog! Happy zine release day!

I 

Everyone’s dressed the same, in the same white robe. It’s designed so that it’ll never be worn outside of the ceremony and outside of this one moment in a child’s life, which makes the fine silver embroidery on it that much more meaningful. Alysannyra cannot fathom how it was made - they’d just taken her measurements one day and three weeks later, this gown appeared on their door. She doesn’t even try. Instead, she wears it with as much pride as she can, not knowing where her blessings lie yet. She wears her hair down like everyone else and she tries to not hate how it blends her in with a whole generation of eight-year olds in the watchful eyes of the high society of Divinity’s Reach. 

There are two children before her. She can feel the stares of the proud parents in the shadows of the grand church. She can’t turn, not now, because the question she needs to answer can’t be found in their expectant and somber silence. Murals cast a green light on the pale hair of a boy next to her, but he doesn’t seem unsure. Nervous, maybe, but not unsure. 

Anyone would be nervous in the presence of gods. Their statues cast large shadows in their absence. And the children are to kneel before the one whose gifts they have and go into their church’s fold. It’s no small task, but if Alysannyra knows anything, it’s that she can’t cower under the burden of it. So she stands with her back straight, in a white robe that tickles her ankles from the early morning breeze, and she doesn’t turn to her family. 

Instead, she looks between Lyssa and Balthazar, trying to chase where the feeling in her heart is leading her. So far, the pull’s stronger with Lyssa, but Nyra doesn’t have magic. She isn’t worried. She’s only eight; nobody has magic yet. But some have a better idea of what it might be than others. A child walks over to kneel before Melandru. A priest accepts the handle they’d been carrying and places it by Her feet. Green magic swirls around them and it’s done. 

A clicking sound of hundreds of little heels echoes against the stone floor as they all make one step forward. 

A choice has to be made, and soon. Alysannyra carries her head high, taller than most other kids already, and stares at Lyssa’s graceful form in the center of the Six. Pinks and purples of the vitrage behind her twin forms cast an inviting light that seems to twist and bend in strange shapes, as if to spite the harmony that doesn’t seem perturbed by them. Balthazar’s helmet feels comfortable; Alysannyra, too, will one day wear a helmet, as a member of the Seraph. Its weight feels irrelevant, necessary, part of the regalia as much as the white robe is. She can almost feel the pressure of the hot metal in her bare hands and she feels the war call to her. 

The blonde-haired boy steps forward and steadily walks towards Grenth. He offers the candle, if a little clumsily, and kneels as an unsettling magic twirls around him. Alysannyra watches when his eyes widen just slightly, feeling the magic on his skin, and that is done, too. He is now a member of the Church of Grenth, potential necromancer in the making. He moves away with that knowledge, and now it’s Alysannyra’s turn. 

She doesn’t move quite yet. The limited time she had to choose wasn’t enough, but she can’t ruin this. Her family’s reputation, at least for a season, is at stake, and that little feeling in her chest that burns every time someone calls her Lady Ainsaph, too. She takes a deep breath, looks once more, stares into the eyes of the statues, and turns right. She is a daughter of Ascalon, a daughter of war, and Balthazar would be fitting. 

She lifts one foot off the ground when something in her gut screams no. She holds her head high as she suddenly turns left and walks down to where Lyssa is, candle in hand. Clamor of the people is silenced by the determined clicking of her heels, but she feels at peace. 

Come, daughter, the statue seems to say. Part of her knows this will make people talk, but in a strange way, she looks forward to it. She looks forward to the chaos a slight movement of feet will cause, and lifts her head even higher. 

And when she finally kneels and feels the magic seep into her skin, Alysannyra knows she’s made the right choice. Let them talk, let them gawk. 

At least she’s not just a simple Lady Ainsaph anymore, even if the rebellion is as small as this. 

II

Lyssa’s Reliquary is a fucking maze. Shelves of stone that house both man and monster shaped horrors would be enough to disorient most people, and such feeling is only made worse by the little portals that pop up like zits in the most random fucking places. Nyra hates them the most, even though she’s trying to stay level headed in the face of illusions that remind her of all the bad things she’s done and all the blood on her hands. 

But portals don’t disorient her. The chaos of the reliquary only bothered her for mere seconds before she found the rhythm in this place and she’s been riding it ever since. Renira tries to keep up, visibly struggling. Nyra traverses the sacred space like she was born to do it, and maybe she was. Maybe at birth, Lyssa watched from wherever She is now and pointed Her clawed hand (because in Nyra’s mind, Lyssa’s hands have always been clawed) in her direction so she could pass through Her reliquary once she grew up. 

It’s a comforting thought, in a way. It’s the only comfort she has when she slices through a tortured, gruesome vision of Apatia, dead by Nyra’s own hand. It’s the sole thing keeping her sane when she falls through yet another portal to escape the grasp of an illusory Mordrem Trahearne. 

“Where to now? How do we get down?” Renira shouts, wiping sweat off her brow. She swallows when she looks down at the ground below, but it’s the only sign of distress she offers. Nyra’s getting just slightly better at reading her. Or maybe she just lets Nyra see. Her eyes, golden like a cat’s in the stifling, dark chaos around them, don’t betray anything but a grim determination. 

“I think I know the way down,” Nyra says. “It won’t end with us falling to our deaths, hopefully. I’m getting quite a feel for this place.” 

“Of course you are,” Renira replies. “You’re about as chaotic as this reliquary is.” She gives a small smile. “It suits you, after all.” 

“Ever the charmer, Sulver,” Nyra shakes her head. In another life, they might have developed a romance following their brief hookup in Ebonhawke years ago, and the thought of exploring this place with a lover sounds romantic until she remembers she killed her actual lover in Maguuma. Now, it's a flaring ache that makes her look away in shame. 

“You’re alright, Nyra,” Renira says, strangely gentle. She places a gloved hand on Nyra’s shoulder and though she can’t feel the comfort, she feels undeserving of such sentiment. She’s never really emoted well, but she supposes a lifetime of spying on people makes it easy to identify emotions, regardless of expression or lack thereof. 

Nyra shakes her hand off. “Let’s go,” she says. Renira simply nods. 

But before they can make a single step, a big voice booms in the wind. “That is, in fact, the correct way, Alysannyra Ainsaf! It’s taken you a lot less time than I’d anticipated, too.” 

Nyra’s heart sinks to her feet. She doesn’t need to see to know who it is - the goddess Herself, as much in the flesh as they come these days, and She sounds more than a little smug about it all. 

It takes her a moment to find her voice. “Hail, Lyssa,” she says loudly. A part of her hates how uncertain she sounds, but to make up for it, she turns to the direction of Lyssa's voice. She can’t see Her, of course; mortals can’t see gods. Nyra remembers the story of Malchor. She likes her ability to see, thank you very much. She remembers how anguished his ghost was, howling Dwayna’s name like an injured beast.

And maybe she’s like that, too, alive yet forced to walk with guilt and grief eating away at her spirit and her bones. Because she tried to jump into the sea below not that long ago. In Lyssa’s temple, her mind cruelly supplies and Nyra shivers beneath her armor.  

Can she even bear to look Lyssa in the eye now? 

“Formal,” Lyssa says. “There is no need, daughter. I think you’re right at home. Would you be so formal with your parents?” 

Nyra sits down. Renira watches, unsure of what to do, and she signals her to do the same. “If I’m at home, goddess,” Nyra says, “then I’m sure you won’t mind if I bring a guest?” 

“Your mesmer friend? She can stay. Her magic is in my domain, though her blessings are, funnily enough, not. What is your name, mesmer?” 

“Renira, goddess,” she says cautiously. 

“Illusory,” Lyssa replies. “Just like it should be.” 

Renira stiffens and digs her nails in her gloves, but her face remains calm. “Yes, goddess.” 

Nyra wants to ask what that is all about, but knows she needs to tread cautiously, too. Her head’s too exhausted and heavy for two mind games at once. Besides, she needs Renira as an ally here and she’s not stupid enough to risk it by asking questions like this. 

“Lyssa, I have a question,” Nyra says. She swears she can see the wind around them move to face her and tilt a little to the side in curiosity. “You invited me here in a dream. You spoke to me when you sensed that we were backed into a corner in our search, so it stands to reason that you know what we’re after. If I may, what information do you have on Balthazar’s whereabouts?” 

Lyssa’s laughter echoes like a thousand drums, and Nyra digs her clawed gauntlets into her thighs to not cover her ears. She can feel Renira looking at her, maybe bewildered, maybe with that ever present calm, but she doesn’t want to turn away now. A part of her knows she should be more humble, now that she has blood on her hands that will never go away as long as she’s alive, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t answer that little voice in her head that slaps the notion away like a gnat. 

“Oh, you’re brave!” Lyssa says as laughter dies on Her windy lips. “Humanity hasn’t produced a person this fearless in a long, long while.” 

“That’s what happens when you have nothing to lose,” Nyra says. Her throat becomes tight and her eyes prickle with tears. “I tried to jump from Your temple not that long ago. I think I’ve earned the right to ask questions directly.” 

“I know you did,” Her voice becomes quieter. Of course She knows. “Your mind is still in chaos. It will be until your death. You placed any peace for yourself at the altar of glory long ago.” The wind blows forward, and a ghostly hand cups Nyra’s cheek. It’s cold and unsettling and it makes her skin crawl. She breathes out and closes her eyes tightly. Her heart feels like it wants to beat out of her chest. “Was it worth it?” 

Nyra’s quiet for a while. Tears slide down her skin, burning, yet the ghostly fingers wipe them away. She feels the heaviness of her armor, the tickling of her hair that was once a flag behind her and that now barely reaches her shoulders. Her shoulder aches from the fighting, her heart aches from the evil she’s done, all in the name of her own glory and this fucking world that she’s judged to be worthy of Trahearne’s life. She feels claws softly digging into the sweaty skin of her cheek, as sharp as the ones on her hands. 

Nyra tears light with them and makes it her own. If Lyssa draws blood, that too would belong to Nyra. 

Nyra opens her eyes. “Yes.” 

Lyssa runs a hand through her hair. “I’d hunt you down if you answered any differently,” She simply says. “I sent you that dream because I knew you would be able to stand up to Balthazar. You, daughter, and nobody else. You will either kill him or die trying.” She then lets go and Nyra catches her breath fully again, like a pressure has been lifted.

“I only need to track him down, then,” Nyra says, with a renewed fire in her chest. “So, tell me what you know, goddess.” 

III

She does find Balthazar in the end. These days, the memory of him doesn’t burn so painfully as it did at first. The scars he left on her arms and her legs and on the skin of her stomach and lower back remain hidden under clothes, but Nyra knows they’re there. 

She’s used to them, somehow. They’re her shrine to her heresy, after all. In her home chapel, his place is empty because she carries the reminder of him on her skin. And if she, in her grief-induced craze, had her way, she’d bring down every single statue of him in Tyria by hand. 

Let her be the only shrine he’ll ever have left, on a wartorn path to erase everything else. Sometimes, she remembers Lyssa asking her if it’s worth it. If she thought she knew pain then, when she stood before her goddess, she should’ve considered her answer a little more. 

But Nyra knows pain now. She knows the pain of grief, of loss, of a broken faith, and her answer remains the same. Gods have left Tyria, but this answer is the closest thing she has to a divine oath. 

It’s always worth it.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #inspo birb has come to town #alysannyra #renira sulver #lyssa #gw2 lyssa #coyh zine #gw2 writing #gw2 fic #gw2 commander #:333 ITS OUT LOOK AT MY BABYGIRL SHE'S OUTTT #i need everyone to tell me what they think of lyssa asap #and hers and nyra's relationship #two feral women having a mother-daughter relationship of sorts #gahhh i love it sm #gw2 human #humanposting

[helisol]

Guild Wars Setting D&D Campaign Continues To Make Brain Go Brrrrrrr

#the pet liar bit is based on Odysseus and Athena artwork by wolfythewitch #gw2 #d&d #gw2 lyssa #gw2 balthazar #my art #im a big lyssazar truther

[konig-varorson]

Lost Chinese Lore: The Six Gods

In 2021, I began a project to dig through the Guild Wars 1 websites of all the languages, mostly hoping to recover trailers that were lost to time (mostly successfully too). I also found some lore articles that weren't available to western audiences. Such articles were known to exist - mainly lore on Abaddon for Nightfall - and those were later (mostly) canonized by ArenaNet in Guild Wars 2.

So I decided to gather and begin slowly translate them. They are now completed. And I am making this post as a link to the other posts:

Lyssa

Abaddon

Dwayna

Balthazar

Grenth

Melandru

Disclaimer: While there is overlap with canon lore, there is no guarantee this is all canon as well. China is known to have alterations to the story to account for regulations in that nation, so it is unclear how much of this is expanded canon or simply reworked for China and thus non-canon.

#gw #guild wars #gw2 #guild wars 2 #don't let lore get lost #gw1 #six human gods #abaddon #lyssa #dwayna #grenth #balthazar #melandru

[likemesomesalads]

Desire of Lyssa

The nameless, demigod son of Lyss, meant to take the place of another god, to rival Grenth. Alas, Desire has other plans, and ruining his mother's domain is one of them.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #Desire of Lyssa #am i making a series of god children like i did with dragon scions? #very likely #although Luca technically is not a god's child...still counts. he got personally picked #anyway the second installment is Desire

[ascalonianpicnic]

let's hear it for evil women!!!

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #my characters #dulcia cleary #anyone want to be hopelessly devoted to my priestess of lyssa? 👉👈

[where-is-caithe]

Anyways I really hope we have to deal with Lyssa at some point, not only because of her connection with Balthazar and the weird flavor text for certain things surrounding that, but also because I have a theory that she didn't actually leave with the other gods. Especially considering what she has done previously, in the far far past, when the gods were in Orr. She would disguise herself and walk among the people and just live there like a woman. Like. I don't know. I just hope we're not done with her.

#gw2 #i know people want to move on from the gods and humans in general and like #same. i want to get out of human centric plotlines so badly #but they really set this one up and it would be a shame if they didnt go through with it #like obviously i want more norn content but where. it needs a setup. it needs depth. #this has that and i want lyssa to be fucked up

[khorren]

A friendo, and one of the smartest lore people I know has been doing some lore diving from the old Chinese GW websites and after cleaning up some machine translated text has posted about some Lyssa stuff.

He explains that it's not certain whether this is canon or not, but hey. Lyssa stuff. Go take a read :) Hopefully some likes and nice comments will motivate him to do the other things he's found :D

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #gw2 lore #lyssa #guild wars 2 lore #lore

[commander-winterberry]

What is your favorite gw2 god

gods' little pocket <3

(running joke between me and friends bc i called my joke mule toon Gods Little Pocket and it is more powerful than any tyrian gods)

A more serious answer: Grenth and Lyssa!

#ask game #gw2 #anon

[thefreelanceangel]

12. Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

I've toyed with the idea of giving one of my older characters another chance at life, but at the same time...

Aria Devereaux is a character I made in my earliest college days, a Toreador poet with rose-red hair and blue eyes. (She's cringy as fuck, as were almost all of my characters in those days, because every baby RPer starts with characters that are "oh gods why did I think that was a good idea.") And she ended up with a Baali husband (my ex's character) and a story that went through so many hilarious tropes.

Years later, my second ex introduced me to Neverwinter Nights (where I met my now-husband LOL) and I remade Aria for the oWoD server we'd started RPing on. She took a decidedly derpy turn in that incarnation, and that stayed for ages because my second ex and I wrote those characters we'd been playing there for years.

Come around to GW2 and I threw together a red-haired mesmer, slapped Aria's name on her, gave her Lyssa's blessing via color-shifting eyes (shades of blue that basically functioned as a mood ring) and threw her in. Where she got a ridiculous amount of RP and ended up spiraling down into a character I just... really wanted to kill off.

It happens, at times, and I think there's absolutely nothing wrong with discovering the direction a story has taken and who the characters have developed into is not to your liking. I tried giving her a reboot, but she just never... really clicked for me again. It became a relief when I could just stop writing the insufferable twit.

However, looking back, I still like the core of her as a character. Aria's original concept was a woman who'd do anything for love, believed absolutely in the power of love to make people Better™, thought love took sacrifice. And it led her initially to what could've been some interesting and dark places. (Baby RPers with differing desires for a story don't necessarily hit those interesting places well. It takes time to develop your story muscles! Time and practice!)

Which is why I do occasionally think about bringing Aria back, but she's not a character I have any interest in writing on my own. I make a lot of random characters for my own amusement (because finding random RP is a thing of my past and I won't reach out to new people for RP anymore after having disappointed a couple of people who deserved better of me than being flaked out on) and write between them easily.

Aria, however, would need the external chance brought on by someone else having partial control of the story.

Maybe one day!

#FFXIV #Prompts

[tequatls-favorite-spoon]

man i gotta figure out what to do with juyun :/ he’s one of my absolute fave ocs but his gw2 version is kinda boring which makes me sad! also here is a couple pics of him bc i know that helps me to remember what character ppl are talking about lol

so like, og juyun is the god of beauty in his world, and him being a literal god while eless is Just Some Guy, is something i try to keep the vibe of in most aus i make. so eless is a charr, and i made her from the olmakhan bc her family, and her decision to leave her family, is also important to her character. meanwhile, juyun is a norn in the order of whispers. and like, that’s all i gave him?? and like, there is the fact that he’s from mainland tyria and eless has been relatively isolated her whole life, that sort of fits their dynamic, but i want juyun to be more special 🥺 he’s my special little beautiful boy 🥺

so like, i have three ideas rn. i ended up rambling a bit, so here’s a quick list: juyun becomes aurenes champion/branded by aurene, juyun is actually a saltspray dragon, or juyun is an avatar of lyssa (could also be an avatar of a spirit of the wild, but idk which one)

the rest of my thoughts and rambles are below the cut

first is that he gets branded by aurene. the vibes fit him SO well, like god!juyun literally has opalescent skin, so aurene crystals are sooooo perfect for him. the issue tho, is idk why he’d be branded. like, i could go the route of him being aurene’s champion, but then i’d have to figure out who the commander is. i wouldn’t want it to be onyx cuz they’re from different stories for me? so it’s like. they shouldn’t know each other. having eless be the commander would be So Good, bc that lets me have them interact a LOT and i Love Them. but then i have to deal with the fact that she’s from elona so idk how she’d get to mainland tyria at the right time to become the commander :/ like, it could work? but it would almost be easier to make her from the legions, and that doesn’t feel right to me…

my second idea is that juyun could be a saltspray dragon! i like this bc the color scheme and vibes fit him really well, and bc he’s literally meant to be (half?) korean, so him having a direct link to cantha is cool. like, norn can be asian and stuff, but it’s mostly just looks at that point? anyway, the issues i run into here is that idk if all saltspray dragons can shapeshift? like there’s kuunavang/navan obvi, but idk about the others? and i don’t know a ton about the saltspray dragons in general, tho i think that’s just bc there’s not a lot to know? i also then have to decide if he left cantha, bc if he didn’t, then he and eless meet WAY late in the story. and if he DID leave, then i gotta figure out how, when, and why he did.

my last idea is that maybe he’s like. an avatar or something? i thought about him being linked to one of the spirits of the wild, but idk what one it would be, yknow? but then he could be an avatar of one of the six? like, he is sooo similar to lyssa! he’s literally a mesmer and i already associate him with illusions, glamours, and masks. the only issue here is that idk why he’d be here. like. i looked into avatars on the wiki a lil bit, but i still feel like i don’t know enough >:/

honestly, i think both the saltspray dragon and avatar ideas are stopped only by the fact that i don’t feel like i know enough. i think a lot of that is cuz i didn’t play gw1? (technically i played the free trial cuz my cousin played it, but that doesn’t really count) then again, i could always just. make stuff up. i can fill in blanks with whatever hand-wavey stuff i want! except that i’m rly indecisive lol and i like having characters like this be as canon-compliant as possible :(

returning to juyun as aurenes champion though, i think it might work the best? like, eless could have left the olmakhan and elona during the personal story. maybe juyun does the like, 10-50 story, and then eless shows up as part of the priory? and eless becomes the commander, and juyun is just like, there to help out. and then with lws2, maybe they split up? so juyun goes after the egg, while eless does something else? then again they don’t need to split up i think, cuz aurene could still just choose juyun.

so like, i think champion!juyun would be the easiest to figure out, but then his ‘special-ness’ takes a while to happen. saltspray!juyun gives him ties to cantha, but idk if it makes sense for there to be another saltspray dragon that can transform, and that he’d want to look like a norn. avatar!juyun is the most similar to his og version, but idk a lot about the gods and their avatars, and it being so similar might be a lil boring.

mm i think i might be leaning towards champion tbh, with saltspray dragon coming in second for now

#regan rambles #juyun the glamorous #eless scrapguard #these two are probably my favorite ocs #like i also love onyx! and a bunch of other ocs! #but these two… #they’re the ones i think about most #i think juyun is the oc i’ve drawn the most? either him or margot #but probably him

[i-mybrunettelady]

also this is a lyssa stan account i love her sm she's my WIFE

#gw2 #nero's random thoughts #lyssa

[konig-varorson]

Lost Chinese Lore: Lyssa, a goddess who hates her own beauty

Preface

Months ago, I began a project to dig through web.archive.org's archives of the various guild wars 1 websites' many language versions. Hoping mostly to recover trailers that were mostly lost to time (and quite a trove I found), I also found some lore articles that were different from our western versions.

Back in the late 2000s, the Guild Wars 1 community knew well that Asian communities got different lore, most infamous was lore on Abaddon from Nightfall, with fan translations found here and here for two different such articles. I found some articles on the Six Gods, though sadly the ones for Grenth, Balthazar, and Melandru were not saved by web.archive.org.

A while back I got around to cleaning up the horrid machine translation and posted this over on reddit. Since I recovered my ancient and empty tumblr, I’m posting it and the others I have here too for posterity.

Disclaimer: While there is overlap with canon lore, there is no guarantee this is all canon as well. China is known to have had alterations to the story to account for regulations in that nation, so it is unclear how much of this is expanded canon or simply reworked for China and thus non-canon.

For those who would like to see the original text and do their own translation: https://web.archive.org/web/20080107190037/http://gw.the9.com/news/main/58866.shtml

Translated text

Goddess of Beauty and Illusion - Lyssa

About Goddess Lyssa

Lyssa, the twin Goddess of Beauty and Fantasy, oversees beauty and illusion, representing the impermanence of the world and the ever-changing universe. She is the patron god of mesmers, and countless people are often choosing to become mesmers due to the charm of these goddess twins. The statue of the twin goddesses is a carving of two women embracing each other. There are stories that if young people see this statue, they will stare at them involuntarily, until they die from thirst. Very few people in the real world can see Lyssa in person for though Lyssa often travels in the world, ordinary people can't see her uniqueness at all as Lyssa often uses her ability to change, and to appear in the image of ordinary people. Sometimes, she would disguise herself as plain or ugly commoners to test people's morality.

Lyssa has a beauty that is unparalleled in the world, but she knew very well that beauty was the root of many evils in this world. Because the world pays too much attention to the appearance and ignores the essence of the heart, the beautiful appearance has become a tool for some people to commit sins. Lyssa couldn't accept such a thing at all, so she asked herself, and warned her followers, to not be entranced by appearance, and to not care about the beauty and ugliness of people’s appearances. Therefore, in the world of Guild Wars, the most loyal admirers of Lyssa, the mesmers, always wear indifferent masks, so that you can't see the real face hidden underneath.

Worshipers of Lyssa

Mesmers are a very special group in the Guild Wars world. There are many talented performers among them, who often use disguise and illusion to deceive the audience. Most of the time, they use this method to joke around, but sometimes they also use it as a punishment. However, you should never believe that mesmers are just tricks; in fact, they are all powerful wizards.

In battle, they can not only provide magical support to their companions, making them stronger, but also control the opponent's spells, debilitating the enemy. It is relying on this kind of ability that makes mesmers have a relatively high status in various places, and even the leaders of some countries will bow down to the power of illusion or invite famous illusion masters to be their assistants. However, more mesmers chose to give up their noble life and hide in the marketplace as ordinary people. Because that's what their mentor and patron goddess Lyssa often does.

Lyssa highly advocates the beauty of the mind, so she also has high requirements for her followers, especially in terms of quality, which means most mesmers are people of high moral character. They have strict requirements on their words and deeds, so they have also become a respected group.

The Story of Goddess Lyssa

It was a time of peace long, long ago, and an unexpected visitor arrived in the peaceful village of Wren. Though she was very young, she looked as if stricken by some disease, hunched over and began to rot. The woman dragged her heavy steps and knocked on the inn door with difficulty. The woman took out a bizarre double-sided coin and handed it to the innkeeper, who took it uneasily. The innkeeper took a close look at the coin he had never seen before, and saw it was poorly made. "This is not a charity, you have to pay at least two gold coins to stay in the inn!" In this way, the woman was driven out and saw a storm coming.

The woman had then to come to the door of a washhouse. "You only have one hand, how can you iron clothes with one hand, and how can you shake such a big steamer?" The woman agreed without hesitation. "Please accept this coin. This is my promise to use one hand to replace your labor with both hands." When the washerwoman took the coin and scrutinized it carefully, the rain had already began pouring down. However, the washerwoman viciously threw the coin at the woman's face and said cruelly, "Go away. This rotten coin has no use at all, just like you."

The woman was soaked all over from the downpour and the cold air was unusually shocking, as if it could freeze a person's veins. Finally, she came to a tavern, found an empty seat, and sat down. The woman still took out the double-sided coin. But again, the tavern owner savagely and forcibly dragged her out. The fiery drunks came out, dragged her and abandoned her on the muddy street. "It seems that none of you have eyes that can distinguish the truth from falsehood. Could it be that no one among you can see me clearly?" The woman screamed while holding the strange coin tightly. Like a reply, a stone flew and hit the woman's forehead, her face now covered with blood and tears.

At this moment, a young girl named Sara walked out from the crowd, "You are priceless to me, my mother." Hearing this, the woman immediately handed the strange coin to Sara, but Sara returned the coin to the woman and then said, "Such a valuable item...I can't accept it." Before she finished speaking, the woman who had been hunched over unexpectedly straightened up. Then, after taking off the dirty clothes from her body, he revealed her true face-one that is a kind of beauty that makes the world amazed. "I am the goddess Lyssa. For a long time, I have been searching for someone who can see the true beauty behind the surface. Because only they are qualified to share our secrets with each other." With the blessing of goddess Lyssa, she became the first mesmer in the history of Tyria.

#guild wars 2 #guildwars #guild wars #gw2 #gw #gods #don't let lore get lost #goddess of beauty #Lyss #lyssa #Ilya

[likemesomesalads]

Quick edit of one of the screens of Desire. He blushy.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #Desire of Lyssa #he's today's blorbo

[salty-medley]

Moar dresses for her because I CAN !

Still not decided on the colors but here you have two dresses inspired by my headcanon Orr civilization. Both are inspired by ancient civilizations but the first one is actually based on game clothing:

GW2 gown ( visible on Madeline Zamon and Queen Jennah ) for the top of the dress and the belt

Orr emblem for the top ( beige) part of the skirt

Lyssa Orr priestess for the bracelets

And few antiquity hairstyles combined in one

The second looks more classical grecian/roman with a hint of orient with pointy shoes.

My main problem with the undead or ghosts in Orr is that they are wearing modern armors or clothing... Which isn't logical at all. I understand that they didn't took more time to design minor characters proper clothing but as they said arabic influences, I chose to mix south krytan with elonian stuff.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #original character #oc #samsara's wardrobe

[fanghunting]

So, limited gw2 knowledge activate. Pls with the gw2 au

The boys have a char s/o (of feline descent) and while they're cuddling after a long day's hunting, char s/o starts grooming them out of nowhere... grooming and purring.

(Its just a nice thought that the char would groom their partners)

you accessed my hyperfixation, well done :3c

Klaus

Leaning into you, feeling your fur tickling his skin… It’s nice. Divine. Klaus can’t deny how much he cares about you. Loves you. He’s facing you, enjoying the blissful look of your closed eyes. The purring that vibrates even his chest. You’re… He loves you. So much. Then the feeling of your tongue, rough on his hair. Pulling it back and leaving it slicked for a moment. A low sigh. Contentment. Love. He adores you, and all these little things you do.

Steven

He's loving being held. Even if being a priest of Lyssa with a charr gets him weird looks. He loves you, adores you. The feeling of your fur… Is that your tongue in his hair??? He looks visibly confused. Then it’s on his cheek. Rough. Coarse. Kind of tugging at the skin around his scar. He can’t help the annoyed grunt. It’s still fresh, still hurts. But you… You’re adorable. Precious. Just as he couldn’t help the grunt, he can’t help the chuckle. Leaning in, nuzzling into your fur.

Leo

Small as he is, it’s a lot like holding a cub. He’s enveloped in the fur of your chest, enjoying the smothering warmth and the way your breathing moves his entire body. It’s really… He can’t explain why he enjoys it so much. Maybe because its you. He’d hate feeling so small next to anyone else after all. Your tongue on his back is a pretty natural occurrence. You groom him a lot. His hair is pretty messy after all. But he can’t be mad, no matter how often you do it. It’s just how you say ‘i love you’. One of them at least.

Zapp

He never thought he’d end up with a charr. Not even just because of the war that was only recently ending, but also just… preference. But you. You were so worth it. Are so worth it. He may be too small to really hold you, but he tries. Tries with all his might. Even wrapping threads around you. Your purring vibrates his heart, rumbling his entire body. He tries to protest when you swipe your tongue over his face. Come on, he’s got- lick. HEY. lick. Okay fine. lick.

Zed

It’s hard for Zed to be out of the water for too long. Like a plant that was sprouted submerged, he needs a lot of water. So you two usually cuddle in a stream or lake. Such as now, with you leaning on a rock and him resting in your lap. Enjoying the feeling of your fur- even if it’s soaked- and the water. You’ll be grooming all the water out soon. But… He feels a little bad. His skin- more like scales or maybe leaves- can’t take your tongue. You’ve tried before, it ripped a hole that bled horribly. So instead you nuzzle. Nuzzle into him, enjoying how you can feel your own purring reverb back to you. And he enjoys it all the same.

#klaus von reinherz #steven starphase #leonardo watch #zapp renfro #zed o'brien #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #what do i call this au.... guild blockade battlefront???

[shinyflareon]

I've got a Yugioh GW2 AU rattling around in my head that I might do something more with later but for now I'm getting slapped in the face with the realization that, while ancient Elona is a decent enough analogue for ancient Egypt & the Primeval Kings are a decent enough analogue for Pharaohs, for a Zorc Necrophades analogue, once again the sealed evil in a can causing literally everyone's problems is probably Abbadon.

But Nightfall happened way too historically recently. Which means for this to work Nightfall has to have been Abbadon's second attempt at breaking out, & someone much earlier had to defeat him the first time. Which means...Atem was basically proto-Kormir, but instead of ascending to godhood, he was forgotten entirely.

Dammit Atem

Notable beanpole Seto Kaiba is absolutely a shortstack asura and I find this objectively hilarious. He's definitely an Engineer, probably Holosmith (with a couple Mechanist builds in his other slots bc I bet he'd find jade tech absolutely fascinating). Graduated with honors from the College of Dynamics. He also absolutely gets hung up on his height and hates anyone who calls him short

This means Mokuba is also an asura, & probably either also an Engineer (likely Mechanist) or a Thief (likely Daredevil - little dude can move). He's studying in the College of Dynamics also but is way more chill about the height thing than his bro

Conversely Joey is definitely a norn. I was torn between Warrior & Guardian but I think I'm gonna come down on the side of Guardian. All 3 elite specs would work, & I could see him shifting between them as time goes on & he has Character Development

Tristan's probably a charr & I think he is a Warrior - dedicated banner support Berserker, has probably dipped into banner support Bladesworn. He & Joey have been best buds since forever & used to be quite the terror before they made friends with Yugi & calmed down. Joey was definitely an honorary 'bandmate & Tristan himself was probably either a scrapper or a gladium, former Blood Legion

Ryo Bakura is a sylvari Necromancer, while Yami Bakura was a human Thief - but Y.Bakura has really taken a shine to necromancy as just a vibe & consciously or not over time influenced Ryo to be a Scourge (he was a Reaper before, which he still pulls out on occasion). Ryo runs a healscourge build, much to Y.Bakura's frustration, and whenever Y.Bakura comes out, he switches to a condi dps build. In life, Y.Bakura was probably a Spectre & definitely a follower of Abbadon

Tea's hard to pin down besides human & follower of Dwayna. Druid feels right for some reason even though she's not really super nature-y enough to be a Ranger, but otherwise it gives the right Vibes

Duke's also hard to pin down but again based completely on Vibes I'm gonna go with human Thief (probably Daredevil, partially because of his speedy annoying ninja theme, & partially because of then I can make name puns). Probably a follower of Grenth but like...non-practicing

Yugi himself is also surprisingly hard to pin down beyond human follower of Lyssa. Mesmer feels fitting since his deck's whole vibe is based on magic & illusions, but Revenant also feels fitting because he's literally drawing on the power of an ancient spirit that still has a distinct personality & occasionally both possesses him & chats in his head with him. It could be argued that Yugi is a Revenant & that in life Atem was a Mesmer, since even Yugi says in canon that the whole bond with the Dark Magician is more his "other self's" thing, so I think that's what I'm gonna go with. Plus, Legendary Primeval Stance just sounds badass. In life, Atem was probably a Mirage & follower of Balthazar

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #yugioh #ygo