kereminde (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} kereminde) wrote,@ 2009-03-12 09:35:00 |
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Writing Project #12 - Guild Wars fiction
So, I play GuildWars and have a good time with it. I'm in a fairly low-key guild alliance which is a lot of fun and I have a blast playing in it. The writing of the lore and storylines aren't always something to write home about but they are handled really well. Better than other MMOs I've played in, which had a nice history with the "retcon button". Certainly there are some points where minor quibbles seem to happen but they make a certain kind of sense.
But it tickles my writing sense, and while there are really good writers who put together and polished the lore I had to take a crack at this mostly to start myself going with some other writing concepts. Mostly, yes, about my character . . . but also about whomever happens to share the limelight so to speak.
Enjoy the reading!
Ascalon, the year 1072 AE
Once the kingdom of Ascalon was known to many as one of the great nations of Tyria, as a great and prosperous realm in the east. The royal family held a firm and wise guiding hand to their realm, leading the people to good and peaceful lives in the wake of the Guild Wars. The subjects of King Adlebern were free to pursue what lives they chose, be it the lives of soldiers or the lives of farmers, scholars, or priests.
It is a changed world. Two years ago, a race known as the Charr called upon ancient and terrible magics to sunder the Great Northern Wall and spilled forth into the Ascalon. They rampaged across the lands, leaving behind a trail of scorched earth, and taking very few prisoners. This event became known as the Searing, and it was followed by the Charr forcing their way across the Shiverpeak Mountains into the neighboring realm of Kryta. There they were stopped, and turned back, but the damage had been done. The Searing had nearly destroyed the kingdom of Ascalon, and Kryta's political landscape had been forever altered as much as the actual landscape of Ascalon. And the kindgom of Orr was destroyed in an accident of great magic, blasted off the face of Tyria before the Charr could reach it.
Those humans who remain in Ascalon fight for survival, fight to keep the Charr from claiming the whole of the kingdom's ruins. The lands have been tainted by the wanton burning of the Charr, and the scars left by the Searing. The cities have crumbled, as the relentless attacks have left little time to repair. Those who fight against the Charr find it a daunting task, and yet the fight is all which remains for many. Peace is a distant memory, prosperity and safety ghosts of a past which can never be reclaimed.
Yet the nobility of humanity endures, and the good side of human nature continues. The grace of the Five Gods keeps all from falling to ruin, so long as the people hold to their ideals. Among the people move legends in the making, waiting for the opportunity to rise into the light. There are warriors waiting for a chance to protect what they love and value, fighting with blade, hammer, or even sheer willpower if need be. There are rangers who scout the road ahead, who blaze the trails others will follow to make it easier for those who would follow after. There are those who embrace magic, their talents waiting for the right time to be unleashed. Mesmers whose magic is rooted in the mind and heart, elementalists who tap four elements of the world to protect or destroy, necromancers who harness death and decay in order to prevent it from overwhelming others, and monks who channel the divine energies of the Five Gods to heal the wounds of body and soul.
There are prophecies which are spoken of, in whispers, passed down amidst the wise and the mad. They were called the Flameseeker Prophecies, and they speak of the turning of the pages of history. They speak of guidance through the time of unrest and upheaval into a better time. They are a call for actions to begin. All it takes is the call to be made and answered, and the legends will rise . . . and the tales will begin.
So, I play GuildWars and have a good time with it. I'm in a fairly low-key guild alliance which is a lot of fun and I have a blast playing in it. The writing of the lore and storylines aren't always something to write home about but they are handled really well. Better than other MMOs I've played in, which had a nice history with the "retcon button". Certainly there are some points where minor quibbles seem to happen but they make a certain kind of sense.
But it tickles my writing sense, and while there are really good writers who put together and polished the lore I had to take a crack at this mostly to start myself going with some other writing concepts. Mostly, yes, about my character . . . but also about whomever happens to share the limelight so to speak.
Enjoy the reading!
Ascalon, the year 1072 AE
Once the kingdom of Ascalon was known to many as one of the great nations of Tyria, as a great and prosperous realm in the east. The royal family held a firm and wise guiding hand to their realm, leading the people to good and peaceful lives in the wake of the Guild Wars. The subjects of King Adlebern were free to pursue what lives they chose, be it the lives of soldiers or the lives of farmers, scholars, or priests.
It is a changed world. Two years ago, a race known as the Charr called upon ancient and terrible magics to sunder the Great Northern Wall and spilled forth into the Ascalon. They rampaged across the lands, leaving behind a trail of scorched earth, and taking very few prisoners. This event became known as the Searing, and it was followed by the Charr forcing their way across the Shiverpeak Mountains into the neighboring realm of Kryta. There they were stopped, and turned back, but the damage had been done. The Searing had nearly destroyed the kingdom of Ascalon, and Kryta's political landscape had been forever altered as much as the actual landscape of Ascalon. And the kindgom of Orr was destroyed in an accident of great magic, blasted off the face of Tyria before the Charr could reach it.
Those humans who remain in Ascalon fight for survival, fight to keep the Charr from claiming the whole of the kingdom's ruins. The lands have been tainted by the wanton burning of the Charr, and the scars left by the Searing. The cities have crumbled, as the relentless attacks have left little time to repair. Those who fight against the Charr find it a daunting task, and yet the fight is all which remains for many. Peace is a distant memory, prosperity and safety ghosts of a past which can never be reclaimed.
Yet the nobility of humanity endures, and the good side of human nature continues. The grace of the Five Gods keeps all from falling to ruin, so long as the people hold to their ideals. Among the people move legends in the making, waiting for the opportunity to rise into the light. There are warriors waiting for a chance to protect what they love and value, fighting with blade, hammer, or even sheer willpower if need be. There are rangers who scout the road ahead, who blaze the trails others will follow to make it easier for those who would follow after. There are those who embrace magic, their talents waiting for the right time to be unleashed. Mesmers whose magic is rooted in the mind and heart, elementalists who tap four elements of the world to protect or destroy, necromancers who harness death and decay in order to prevent it from overwhelming others, and monks who channel the divine energies of the Five Gods to heal the wounds of body and soul.
There are prophecies which are spoken of, in whispers, passed down amidst the wise and the mad. They were called the Flameseeker Prophecies, and they speak of the turning of the pages of history. They speak of guidance through the time of unrest and upheaval into a better time. They are a call for actions to begin. All it takes is the call to be made and answered, and the legends will rise . . . and the tales will begin.
