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Rata Sum
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on July 25, 2020
at 12:00 am
I like that we’re conveniently ignoring the fact that there’s some portable gate out there likely in the hands of some thief.
on August 1, 2020
at 12:00 am
Are there dance costumes though
Imma be real, Golem design is hard
You can dance if you want to
You’re a chicken.
It looks like things are getting heated, Mhupi.
They set out in the early evening, and took the asura gate in Lion’s Arch to Rata Sum. FPS paid the gate fee, insisted on it even—rambling about chivalry to justify it. Tora didn’t fight it—he was already low on funds as is. He simply shrugged and waited as FPS doled out the few coins needed. The tree man then proceeded to flirt with the peacemakers watching the gate, started asking them whether they were boys or girls. Panicked, Tora shoved him through the gate before either offended peacemaker could shove him harder.
Neither of them really knew Metrica that well, and so understanding Rakak’s address was more of a challenge than anticipated. They managed to get a local postal worker to point them in the right direction at least, but it turned out Rakak’s place was out in the boonies, far away from any convenient waypoint or town. That meant travelling the hard way.
They took a waypoint out to the closest town they could get to, again on FPS’s dime. By then it was too late to go find someone to give them a ride out, so they found an inn and stayed the night. In separate rooms. FPS was a little too handsy for Tora’s liking.
The next day marked their journey out in earnest. They found a driver, rode out by wagon as far as their driver was willing and went the rest of the way by foot—into the jungle wilderness.
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on June 24, 2023
at 1:01 am
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Metrica was too bloody close to Caledon. The thief felt it on the warm jungle air clinging to his clothes; saw it in the familiar foliage overhead. Being a completely different territory than his homeland meant very little when they both shared the same damn jungle.
It had been easier to ignore the similarities back in Rata Sum. Caledon didn’t have asura, didn’t have their fascinating technology or pyramid-like structures. He could focus on the foreignness of it all, and remind himself he wasn’t home.
There was no such luxury in the wilderness.
Snarling sylvari weeds lurked in shadows, bonfires crackled with the corpses of people he knew, undead and beasts threatened him from behind trees. His mind spun and his heart raced. He’d already escaped Caledon months ago, but his body wasn’t convinced.
A cheery hum broke his ruminating, and Tora spun to find the source in his peculiar new companion. FPS walked beside him with a boisterous smile, completely oblivious to the ghosts nipping at Tora’s heels.
Tora wasn’t sure whether to be comforted or annoyed. On the one hand, FPS was a great distraction. On the other hand though…
“Why hello there, sexy,” FPS cooed at a nearby tree.
That.
“That’s a tree, FPS.”
“…Is it a boy tree though? Or a girl tree?”
“Who knows? Could be both.” Tora sighed, exasperated.
“I’m not sure what to do with that information.”
“You can keep walking.”
A similar conversation would happen again in another five to ten minutes.
“Hey good looking.”
“That’s a bush, mate.”
“Is it a lady bush though? And would you say it’s hot?”
“I don’t even—”
And again later.
“So there’s no hot ladies out here?”
“No.”
