Okay, so here's my second full fic. This time I'm doing one on a series I have a passion for and actually know like the back of my own hand. I plan on writing this so that even someone who has never played or even heard of Guild Wars can understand what's going on minus a few references (Links to wiki will be provided) while also doing it from the viewpoint of a GW1 veteran exploring the GW2 world. Jai's backstory will be explained through flash-back interludes when appropriate while also slowly revealing to the reader about herself.

So, things to know:
I hope my MainC/OC is not a Mary-Sue. In fact I've worked hard to make her not so despite seeming as such for the first few missions/chapters. The reason for this is because I'm going with the GW1 leveling system, as in no down-leveling. This means that a veteran GW1 character will be lvl 20 at the start of GW2, and my OC will be at lvl 30 to start since that's the level of the Hard Mode enemies in the Domains of Anguish which is where she has been for the whole time-skip between GW1 and GW2.
Personality wise she will have some serious doubts about herself, there will be self-loathing, self-neglect, and she will heavily doubt her worth. Furthermore she will have some trust issues, and will not tell about her past for quite a while. And finally if you're expecting romance, well my OC is going to have the same experience in that department as I do, and that is absolutely none! Yup, 21 years old and I still haven't even been kissed. My OC's going to have some major soft spots for a few friends and a slight crush on one character but romance isn't even on her radar she'll probably make you all face-palm in frustration if you like romance scenes.

"Blah" – Talking
"Blah" – Thinking
"Blah" – Spell

Hope you all enjoy!

~I do not own Guild Wars or Guild Wars 2, both are the property of NCsoft and Arenanet~

Prologue: Awakening

Ever since I could remember,

Everything inside of me,

Just wanted to fit in (oh oh oh oh)

I was never one for pretenders,

Everything I tried to be,

Just wouldn't settle in (oh oh oh oh)

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

I get the feeling just because

Everything I touch isn't dark enough

That this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,

I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.

A monster, a monster,

I've turned into a monster,

A monster, a monster,

And it keeps getting stronger.

Can I clear my conscience,

If I'm different from the rest,

Do I have to run and hide? (oh oh oh oh)

I never said that I want this,

This burden came to me,

And it's made it's home inside (oh oh oh oh)

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

I get the feeling just because,

Everything I touch isn't dark enough

That this problem lies in me

I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,

I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.

A monster, a monster,

I've turned into a monster,

A monster, a monster,

And it keeps getting stronger.

I'm only a man with a candle to guide me,

I'm taking a stand to escape what's inside me.

A monster, a monster,

I've turned into a monster,

A monster, a monster,

And it keeps getting stronger.

Imagine Dragons ~ Monster

Eyes flew wide open with a sudden jolt to awareness only to see a swirl of greens blues and yellows as her vision swam before her. Her mouth opened for a reflexive gasping breath, lungs seeking air only to be met with an immediate inrush of water prompting the woman to begin choking on it as her mind panicked in need of air. Clawing her way up, hoping that the surface was not far as her lungs screamed for air and her head began to feel light. With a flurry of kicks and an explosion of water the woman broke through the surface, coughing up the water she had inhaled and sucking down lungful after lungful of air that viciously stung her throat as she treaded water while her head cleared and the obscure shapes and flashes of earthen colors gained clarity.

She was in a swamp, a murky and dark swamp with lush overgrown trees whose low drooping leaves and branches hung limply in the still air. The dark but surprisingly clear swamp water carried the ripples caused by her movements into the gloom and out of sight while soft blue will-o-wisps faded in and out of existence over the water. Far above her the woman could see the velvety night sky clashing with the dying rays of sunset through the gaps of the leafy canopy. Spying a small protrusion of rock amidst the swamp she quickly swam over to it before hauling her soaking wet body onto dry land, collapsing with relief at finally leaving the water before looking over at her small 'island' only to see what she thought was a tree had a face.

The woman comically let out a small squeak and fell flat onto her butt before she paused and reassessed what she was looking at. Gazing down upon her was the smiling visage of Melandru, carven into the tree as was custom with shrines to the nature goddess. But this shrine was tilted at an angle, the tree roots keeping it anchored to the rock as the shrine leaned over the swamp water. Carefully standing up on shaking legs the woman pushed herself up to inspect the statue better, avoiding the soft beams of luminescence that emerged from the base of the upended shrine.

As she ran her hands along the worn wood the woman's brow furrowed, digging though her memory for anything linking a statue to Melandru and a swamp. The only memory that came to hand was of the Temple of the Ages, a humble temple to the five gods in the Krytan bogs she had read about in a scroll during her tutelage at Shing Jea Monastery. Swallowing her growing unease she walked down to the very edge of the rock and peered into the clear water, only to feel her eyes widen in shock.

Deep in the water she could see submerged statues of the cloaked skeletal frame of Grenth the god of the dead, angelic Dwayna the goddess of life and to her surprise the blindfolded and armored form of Kormir, the recently ascended sixth goddess of truth.

Sitting back down and leaning against the statue to Melandru she dropped her head into her hands, eyes closed as she thought back to what she last remembered. It was another pointless victory in a pointless but eternal war, once more she had stormed the Ebony Citadel for what she knew would be another grueling battle against the arch-demon ensconced within as he commanded fell armies against her own wavering, rag-tag forces. It was another repetition of a tormenting cycle –the woman snorted in self depreciating irony at her word choice- as she had known that death would only end in rebirth. After all, what hell dimension would let a mere thing such as death be a way out of the eternal suffering of the Realm of Torment and its Domains of Anguish? But this repeat of the war was different, there was no returning to the beginning of the war when she succumbed to her wounds once again after the fight. Instead she heard the voice of the friend she had followed to damnation, "I am sorry my friend, you never deserved this fate. But now I can repay my debts for I have set you free."

"What-? What did Kormir mean?" She looked down at herself to see she was garbed in a simple black long sleeved linen shirt soaked through and clinging her lean frame. Her small bust wrapped neatly making her look nearly flat but as she placed a hand over her chest she let out a sigh of relief at not feeling any pain and saw no blood so she wasn't wounded and to high on adrenaline to feel it. She also noticed she wore simple dark brown tanned hide pants and thick leather boots. It wasn't her usual wear but as she instinctively brushed her hands to her hips she was relived to feel her blades materialize along with their sheathes before setting to work strapping them to her person. The blades were hard won as the spoils of battle against an evil spirit who regained his mortal form after a dark ritual, the fight had resulted in her own daggers breaking as they were forced to go against her opponent's superiorly enchanted steel but in the end she claimed the dual-wielded short-swords as her own as they magically bound themselves to her soul and always answered her call.

"Okay, no point in standing around and preening like a Vabbian," She thought to herself, "If I remember Mhenlo's descriptions then I am pretty sure of my current location, if this is the Temple of the Ages then Lion's Arch should be to my south-east and I'm armed." She nodded before continuing with a frown, "But the Temple has been completely submerged, I don't know if it sunk or if there was a flood but either don't bode well since Lion's Arch is, or was a port town. I don't know how long I've been…busy…in The Realm. Nor do I have my armor." It didn't look well if she had to begin traipsing across the countryside, after so long fighting and dying and fighting again in the Realm her armor had felt like a second skin and with it gone she felt horribly exposed.

Looking back down to the submerged statue of Kormir she pushed her long dark brown-black hair out of her face and asked to the algae covered woman, "Why? How? I shouldn't be here, I accepted my fate."

The cold watery stone offered no answers so she decided not to linger. Standing back up, the woman peered through the darkness as her eyes had adjusted to the gloom enough to pick out a boardwalk. Smiling at her luck she dove back into the water without hesitation- she was already soaked- and swam to the opposite shore as the swamp water eventually leveled out to only be as high as her calves before she clambered onto the wooden gangplanks as water dripped off her and her sopping wet clothes hung off her almost comically.

"I feel and probably look like a drowned sewer-rat" she chuckled to herself as she set a steady running pace along the wooden planks. Water splooshed between her toes with each step and her blades swung slightly as they bumped on her thighs as she ran but a wide smile stretched across her face, tugging at the scar that went from mid-forehead across her right eye and ended midway down her cheek. The old scar didn't hamper her vision, and she felt quite proud of it since it was a testament to her survival of the slums of Kaineng.

Following the path the woman let the easy and repetitive motions of running set her mind to rest, she didn't know where she was going but as Mhenlo had once told her, "All roads lead to Lion's Arch." And even if the Krytan capitol was not her eventual destination the path that now turned to a well-worn dirt road should at the very least lead to civilization where she could get some answers. Above her the crack of thunder rumbled as it started to rain, prompting the woman to roll her eyes, "Looks like I won't be getting dry anytime soon."

It was a few hours after sunset that she finally came across what looked like a settlement, high white walls of stone with thatched roves and a massive thick lumbered gate most likely locked shut. There didn't seem to be any sentries out on patrol and after staring at the structure for a few minutes the woman grimaced. With the roar of the storm any residents were most likely hunkered down inside around nice warm fires, probably eating a hearty stew and laughing at the poor suckers stuck out in the rain. Poor suckers like her.

Letting out a derisive snort she shook her head, no amount of yelling would probably even get any attention so looking to the horizon she let her gaze follow the path she was on only to get another shock. Far ahead of her the lightning flashes revealed a massive city, the monolith of urban structure towering into the sky as her wide eyes caught glimpses of it through the storm. There was nothing in her memories to even hint at such a massive city. Not even Raisu Palace had been so built up, and it certainly wasn't anything like the wooden slums of Kaineng City of Cantha. A cold pit of dread formed in her gut as her mind flashed back to the drowned Temple of the Ages, it seemed she was gone for longer than she thought.

Casting a regretful glance back at the settlement door right beside her the woman set back onto the path. The new city would be the best place to get answers, probably through a library or she could beg some history scrolls off a scholar for a brief service as a bodyguard in payment. It was another hour of steady travel at a pace that wouldn't exhaust her that the woman encountered another living being.

A different thunder rolled across the land as the woman darted into a nearby bush, pressing her body flat the muddy earth and reaching into herself to coax the shadows to drape around her form and conceal her from unwelcome eyes. The shadow magic flowed like an inner soothing chill as a small fuchsia spark formed in the palm of her hand as she quickly clenched it in her hand and slammed it to the ground as a cloud of black smoke rose around her and faded her form from sight, even her own but for a slight distortion only her eyes could see. The whole enchantment took but a second to cast and by the time the centaurs charged past her hiding spot she was safely concealed in her Shadow Refuge.

The woman's eyes tracked the movements of the small group of centaurs, a sneer on her face as she saw the torches and weapons held by the beasts. Centaurs had never been friendly; all tribes she had encountered across Elona had been hostile except for the Veldrunners. As the obvious raiding party galloped onward the woman darted after them, concentrating on holding her concealing enchantment as she followed them to what appeared to be the remains of a farming settlement in the shadow of a moated fort that lay across a small battlefield of centaurs and armored humans fighting in the storm and the mud. Now that she was close enough the woman could pick out bits of conversation, disregarding the usual violent trash talk she focused instead on the soldiers shouting for a 'Captain Thackeray' and 'Defend the drawbridge'.

Deciding that the gloom was enough of a cover with the storm and her form sufficiently covered in mud enough to keep her from being spotted the woman decided to forgo stealth for speed, she needed to cross the battlefield and could get the situation at the fort. She didn't know where or when she was but she knew battle, and a dance with death would always be something she understood.

Once more manipulating her magic she took a runners stance and sprinted across the field, trails of shadow licking at her heels as she enhanced her speed with Dark Escape. When she was three quarters across the field she heard the fleeting whistle of a loosed arrow and quickly dropped into a roll to let it dart harmlessly above her before nimbly springing back to her feet and continuing her run.

Approaching the drawbridge she saw a lone figure wielding a sword and shield while dressed in full plated armor embellished with winged plates and blood splattered cloth. He had chosen to forgo a helmet and from her angle the woman could see him glaring at the charging centaur in front of him while breathing heavily as he leaned on his knees and readjusted the grip he had on his gleaming silver sword. Assuming that this was the 'Captain Thackeray' since he wore armor different from all the other foot soldiers she had seen so far the woman picked up the pace before lashing out with a jagged strike to the beast's flank, catching both centaur and human by surprise as she quickly twirled away from the retaliatory swing and followed with a backhanded stab deep into the centaur's front, severing muscles and eliciting a keening whinny of pain before drawing her now bloody blade out of her foe. As the Centaur fell to the ground she slit its throat mid-collapse before straightening up and looking over to the man now right in front of her, having taken down the charging centaur and killing it right before it reached him.

"I don't know where you came from but you have my thanks," He gasped out, his deep voice full of gratitude as he caught his breath and gave her an appreciative glance out of coppery eyes. His hair was dark, slicked to his head from the rain but ended just below the jawline.

Giving a curt nod she asked, "Orders?"

He quirked an eyebrow, "You're not one of my Seraph, shouldn't you join the other civilians in the inn?"

Opening her mouth to retort that she was not a civilian the woman was cut off when the man raised his shield and a blue nebulous burst forth from him to form a bubble of glowing energy that flashed as it disintegrated the barrage of arrows from nearby centaur archers.

Her mind going back to the battle the woman quickly invoked a hex on the nearest of the archers and with a step burst into black smoke only to reappear from the centaur's shadow with a vicious downwards fanged strike to dispatch it before tearing into the next centaur. This one had managed to reflexively block her leading strike with its bow, snorting in surprise and stepping back from her wrathful form as she quickly redirected her blows to the unprotected legs. Her blades easily bit into the centaur's flesh, dark red blood running down it flank before it stumbled at met its end. With her mental countdown reaching two seconds till zero she quickly whipped around and threw one of her blades at the last of the archers, impaling it through the eye before she once again burst into black smoke and reappeared next to the surprised looking captain.

Holding her empty hand open in a half raised position the woman tugged on the mental thread binding it to her and let the bloody blade materialize in her hand without even batting an eyelash as she held the captain's gaze, "Orders?" she repeated, a sly smirk tugging at her lips.

The man just shook his head, muttering about "Damned thieves" before looking her in the eye. "I need you to help hold the drawbridge, the Modniir have brought one of their High Sages to this raid and if we kill enough of them he'll come out to fight."

Nodding to show she understood the woman took her stance beside him, silently saying she had his back for the fight as he shouted out to the rest of his soldiers "Maintain the pressure! We've got them off balance!"

Half turning back to her the captain held out his shield arm, "Logan Thackeray. I'm sure you know me, but I'd like to know the name of my comrade."

"No, I don't know who you are," She thought before shifting a blade over so that one hand held both loosely she shook his hand, the cold metal encased fingers easily dwarfing her own pale hand. "Jai." She said simply.

Thackeray shot her another mildly confused glance before cutting himself off. "Get ready! There's another wave is coming."

Hearing the confirming "Yes, sir!" rise from the surrounding soldiers Jai turned her attention back to the approaching centaurs.

"I'll thin them out; you defend this position and deal with any that makes it through." She stated plainly before she once more summoned her magic to her hand. As the fuchsia spark once more crackled in her hand she ignored Thackeray's protests before slamming it to the ground, her body disintegrating into wisps of shadows before reappearing on the back of a charging centaur in the middle of the wave.

The beast snorted in surprise as it realized the sudden weight on its back but couldn't do much else as Jai's blade flashed with the crack of lightning and the centaur's head rolled on the ground as the body plowed into the ground. Quickly leaping from the back of her fallen foe to another Jai's actions sowed disorder in the centaur's formation as they became aware of the striking asp in their midst. Channeling her magic into her blades they gained a red hue as she lashed out, each strike that drew blood caused a centaur to yell out in pain as the magic became a virulent poison that leeched at their strength.

Jai was as fleeting as the shadows she commanded as she darted amongst the centaurs, cutting them down as she struck out at legs and arms. She focused on crippling her foes, injecting each with her debilitating poison as they galloped around her, trying in vain to avoid her strikes to leave them as easy targets for the soldiers to pick off in their weakened and crippled states.

With sudden force Jai's vision flashed with stars as a centaur bashed her head with its shield, the dazing strike disorienting her as it was followed up with a wide cut across her collar bones. Hissing in pain Jai concentrated on the burning sensation of her wound as the world slowly came back into focus. Glaring up into the centaur's hateful eyes Jai quickly crossed her blades above her head to block the centaur's overhead strike, catching it's crude machete blade on her own as she lashed out and head-butted the centaur in the chest, knocking the wind from its lungs. Giving her winded foe no time to recover Jai kicked one of its knees in, shattering the joint and bringing it down her level where she slit its throat.

When the blood hit her blade it leached into the metal, the energy generated flowing to her bleeding wound with an uncomfortable heat as the vampiric properties healed her. Jai didn't wait for the wound to fully heal before lunging back into the fray, maintaining her poisonous enchantment she waded back into the waves of oncoming centaurs. Crippling and debilitating any and all equine foes that went past her, killing as many as she could and kicking the bodies off into the moat below her as the soldiers behind her picked off the stragglers, allowing none to set hoof in the fort.

Finally a rough voice rang out over the storm, "Enough of this I will deal with you myself!"

Another flash of thunder revealed a centaur larger than the others, a thick mane and beard of coarse white hair wielding a tribal staff aglow with enchanted magenta flames. Galloping to the drawbridge it raised chunks of the earth around it to float around it, circling ominously around it only to weave through the air to block all arrows sent its way. "Pitiful humans. You think you can defeat me?"

The High Sage commanded the stones to attack the soldiers, a few brave men tried to attack the elementalist with their blades only to get swatted aside with sickening crunches as the stone broke bone as the High Sage maintained a constant stream of deep guttural chanting, the words infused with magic. "Dust to bone and bone to dust, crush the flesh and bloody the earth."

Once more twisting the darkness around her Jai attempted to shadowstep to the Sage. A massive crash of thunder washed the battlefield in a flood of light as lightning struck a nearby tree, setting it alight while the sudden light threw Jai out of the shadows. With a triumphant bellow the Sage waved its staff and sent a boulder careening into Jai, catching her in the chest and with a startled gasp she was sent flying across the drawbridge before her back screamed with pain as she hit something hard and sharp.

"You okay?"

Blinking rapidly as she coughed and gulped down air to return the breath she had lost Jai looked up to see Thackeray looking down at her in concern. Fleetingly dismissing the realization that she had crashed into him she grunted out a quick apology before pushing herself back to her feet. "Sorry."

Thackeray gave her an unsure look, as though torn between ordering her to leave the fight or letting her continue. She didn't give him the chance to choose. "You there!" She barked out.

The nearby soldier jumped, nearly fumbling his shortbow. "Yes ma'am?"

Scowling at the 'ma'am' Jai snapped her fingers, "Let me borrow your bow…please."

The soldier stared dumbly, "My wha-?"

"The bow!" She snarled.

He quickly handed over the winged bow, the tarnished metal wings on its ends seemed to be a part of the uniform of these soldiers as they were a decal all of them wore but Jai ignored the embellishments. Snatching an arrow from the same soldier's outstretched hand she quickly and adeptly drew back the string, arrow notched as she lined up her sights. Down the haft she targeted the High Sage, the centaur having folded its arms with a haughty look on its equine face, confident that a measly arrow would do no harm.

Jai kept her face blank, no need to tip her foe off to her hidden trump card. She was an Assassin, a deadly viper ready to strike at the heart when the enemy least expects it, nowhere and everywhere all at once. Once more conjuring her own magic she let the dull fuchsia sparks twine themselves around the arrow. As the threads of magic met at the very tip of the arrowhead Jai released the projectile with a simple breath, the arrow a streak of magenta as it soared with assisted speed to her target.

As soon as the arrow had been loosed from the string Jai had handed the shortbow back to the soldier, ignoring his questions of what she did and Thackeray's own curious gaze as she kept her focus on the Sage. A boulder floated up to intercept the arrow, and as it hit it seemed as though the arrow would be deflected. Instead it flared briefly before digging into the stone. Exclamations of surprise rose up from the soldiers as they watched the arrow plunge deep into the rock as its magic accomplished its task. The hex was designed to Assault Enchantments, to sunder its victim's magic and as the floating stones fell heavily to the ground and the Centaur snorted and pranced in place with surprise Jai finally let her smirk show. Her magic may not be as visually impressive as others, but it had a practical simplicity that appealed to her.

"Impressive." Thackeray whistled appreciatively from beside her. "Never seen Caithe do anything like that."

Absently wondering who 'Caithe' was and if she was a 'thief' Thackeray had previously mentioned and if that had become the term for Assassin wherever she was Jai just spared the captain a quick smirk before she started running towards the now defenseless Sage. The Centaur noticed her approach; and the numerous soldiers following after her, and with a nasty sneer turned tail and fled. Her eyes narrowing in suspicion the assassin pushed herself further, trying to reach her quarry before it could enact whatever plan it had. She was too late, at a full gallop the centaur had reached the center of the field just in front of the fort and pierced the earth with a mighty thrust of its staff, leaving the magical focus standing straight up in the ground before fleeing, calling a retreat as he did.

Jai was forced to stop her chase when the earth around her began to shake, causing her to plant her legs to the ground and spread out her stance to keep her balance. Behind her the soldiers and Thackeray had come to a halt, warily eyeing the staff that began glowing brighter as the tremors began. Looking past the immediate threat Jai spied the centaur Sage look back at them from the rear of its retreating forces and give one command, "Rise!"

Immediately the earth tore itself apart, Jai and the soldiers were forced to scramble backwards but one unfortunate soul was too slow. The lone soldier was quickly impaled on a rising claw as skeletal stone hands came up from the earth, coming together with a mass of magic so potent it was nearly palatable as it permeated the air.

"By all Six Gods, what is that thing? It's huge!" a soldier exclaimed as massive chunks of earth floated over their heads and began to orbit the epicenter of the massive greater earth elemental.

As Jai tightened her grip on her blades Thackeray rallied his command, "That, soldier, is a threat. And we're going to take it down. For the Queen, charge!"

The soldiers surged past her. Their gleaming armor shining white in another flash of lightning as Jai held back to analyze what the elemental would do, having never encountered a force such- and wasn't that a rarity after all she had been through- she thought it best to see what it was capable of before charging in.

Next to her Thackeray summoned another burst of nebulous blue, the soothing magic spreading out from him in a steady sphere as his brow furrowed in concentration and his hands spread wide as though supporting a great force. "Take out those giant hands, and the whole thing will come crashing down! Rally to me if you get injured!"

Raising an eye at the strange magic Jai just decided to classify it as something Monk-ish, probably an obscure branch of protection magic before she turned back to the elemental just in time to see a massive chunk of earth with a part of a house embedded in it come flying right at her. Her eyes widened as she made to dodge before hesitating as she remembered Thackeray. The captain was immovable, copper eyes defiantly staring right at the massive incoming projectile. Then it was upon them. As it hit the blue pulsating magic the earthen chunk crumbled, not single grain of dirt passing through much to Jai's amazement. Beside her Thackeray let out a strained chuckle, "First time seeing a Guardian in action?"

"Guardian huh? It fits," Jai thought but before she could respond she saw another chunk get launched towards an archer, the soldier vainly raising her arms in a desperate attempt to protect herself. Mentally cursing Jai quickly seized the nearby shadows and flooded herself with her magic, she emerged from the cowering soldier's shadow latched onto an arm and just as briskly severed the magic sustaining her spell. The sudden vertigo of two consecutive shadowsteps hit her as she and the soldier reappeared at her initial position beside Thackeray just before the massive chunk of earth collided with the ground.

"I'm, alive?" The soldier asked, as though not quite believing it.

Shaking her head and feeling the ground reassert its position as below her instead of on her sides Jai let go of the woman she had saved and marched towards the elemental herself. The soldiers had done some damage to it, half of the fingers had crumbled to dust and the magical aura had faded to merely being a slightly hair-raising presence. Lunging forwards with a twirl Jai's blades bit deep into the stony bones emerging from the ground, the leeching properties of her blades filtering raw energy into her body and reenergizing her while simultaneously soothing the small scrapes and bumps she had accumulated since their last use. Cutting once, twice, thrice and following with a final hack an earthen bone crumpled in on itself causing a massive groan to fill the air as the whole elemental swayed as its balance was lost. The surrounding soldiers had concentrated on the other arm, quickly felling it seconds after her own target. With both arms now laying as rubble at their feet the magical nucleus above her slowly came to a halt.

"Brace yourselves; I think it's going to explode!" She heard Thackeray shout, "Everyone, get outta there!"

But it was too late, with a flooding of white light not caused by lightning Jai's connection to the shadows around her slipped through her grasp and with a tooth jarring explosion the world was lost to white and sound before everything faded to black.

November 19, 2014
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Notes: On profanity in GW-verse for Tyrian humans Hell (capital H) = Realm of Torment, it is the prison the worst souls are sent to. It's been said to be a part of the Underworld in Factions expansion but functions as its own sphere of existence in Nightfall.
Courier Torivos: "We have reserved a special place in the Underworld for you."
Emissary Heleyne: "A place you will never escape from."
Herald Demrikov: "A place where you will finally pay for all of your sins."

Thus, when cursing I will replace Hell with Torment. However, the existence of Hellhounds and Hell's Precipice signify that the word is present in Tyrian vocabulary as a descriptor rather than a noun so I'll be using hell (lowercase H) as an adjective.