Well, I finally started writing a story. I've had this idea going through my head for awhile, and I decided to go with it, ya? Anyway, this story is written in the perspective of my Elementalist from Guild Wars, whose name is Jeremiah Astrum (if you'd like to go questing with me sometime nn). It involves all of my characters in Guild Wars, and the characters of some former guildmates. No, I probably won't add random people in, but if you have a really good idea that would fit in with what I have, don't be afraid to drop me a note. Kthx.
I don't own Guild Wars, ArenaNet does, and NCSoft owns them. I do, however, own the characters I play as in the game.
Guild Wars: Tale of the Star
Chapter 1: The Last Day Dawns
It was my little sister Tiara's graduation day… finally. It was annoying that Atra had to be out with the King's Elites to fight off the Charr; while I was stuck here shifting my seat uncomfortably, because of a gut feeling that something big was going to happen soon. Gods, did I hate that feeling… and, unfortunately, I was normally right about it.
"Jeremiah," whispered my second oldest brother, Julius. "Calm down. We'll be at the battlefield soon enough."
"That's not what's bugging me!" I whispered back harshly. "I just have this feeling that something is going to happen."
Julius' eyes went slightly wider and he nodded. "I see. A vision from Grenth or Balthazar?" Grenth and Balthazar are my patron gods apparently, since I'm a Pyromancer and a Necromancer. It was a real shame that I didn't follow the supposed gods of this world.
I thought over my answer for a few moments and quietly said, "I don't know… I told you I don't follow them!" He sighed as we both heard the music start for the graduation ceremony. I shivered. "Why is it so damn cold in here?"
Julius nodded grimly, as if my shivering made some sense to him - gods he's pious - but he's the only one who seems to understand my dreams. For some reason, according to Julius, I have a high affinity with the gods, especially with Balthazar and Grenth, despite my already previous stated beliefs on them.
"We will deal with your dream after the ceremony. If it is affecting you that much, brother, then it is a serious problem."
To our left we saw Tiara, my little sister the Necromancer, with her teammates, a monk, a Warrior, and a Mesmer. On the right was a Ranger, an Elementalist, another Warrior, and another Monk.
"Good day, citizens of Ascalon! We have our newest graduating class from the Academy!" shouted none other than Prince Rurik. Despite how… annoying he may have been, I did respect the man.
"These two teams will battle each other for sport, but do not worry; we have our academy monks to revive them! Let us fight, for Balthazar!"
"For Balthazar!" the crowd shouted… excluding me.
The battle started, and it actually pretty intense, for combatants just fresh out of the Academy. I probably wasn't much stronger than any of them at the time, since I had only graduated two years earlier. Of course, I watched the battle, but the details are honestly not important. It was easy to follow Tiara, since her hair is dyed, the ever strange color for human hair, purple, or as she likes to call it, violet. Tiara's team won, but only because she began to raise minions. I really hate watching a Necromancer spawn undead minions from corpses, but a minion army is always nice to have, especially when your group is being swarmed by a large army of Charr. After the battle, congratulations were said to both sides, and we finally were allowed to see sis. Heh, she had the biggest smile on her face…
"Jeremiah! Julius!" she shouted after spotting Julius in his teal-colored Kurzick robes. She gave the both of us the biggest hugs she possibly could, which mind you were very small. Sorry, Tiara, but you're short and small compared to the rest of us!
"Hey, sis. I see you've got Mom's brutality on the battlefield, eh?" I said, half-jokingly.
She smiled softly. "Yeah…"
Talking about Mom's always been hard around Tiara. Those two were really close… Tiara looked up to Mom so much that she became a Monk just to try to follow her footsteps. But it was after Mom's death that Tiara changed from being a Monk to a Necromancer.
Julius smiled softly back and said, "You did well, my sister. Our parents look proudly upon you from the Mists."
"I agree whole-heartedly with you, brother Julius," said the one person we didn't expect to show up today. My older brother, Atra. Or should I say.. Lord Atra.
"Atra! You made it!" Tiara said excitedly, humorously very unlike most Necromancers.
He, in his Ascalonian Elite Templar armor, walked in proudly. I just rolled my eyes. "A job well done, Tiara. I arrived just in time to see the battle," he said, smiling.
The happy moment was interrupted by the Prince.
"Well done, Tiara Astrum. May Grenth continue to give you his strength," Rurik said. Tiara smiled and bowed. His smile turned grim very quickly when he addressed my brother, "Atra, I have news of the war." Atra's head snapped toward the Prince.
"What is it, my Prince?" He asked.
"We have found Vatlaaw Doomtooth."
Upon overhearing the Charr name, I was interested. I hadn't been in combat for a few weeks, and it was getting boring teaching young Elementalists. And because of that, I decided to speak up. "So where is he?"
"He is hiding in a section of caves not far from the Academy," Rurik stated.
"Where the city's emergency supplies are, my Prince?" asked Julius.
Rurik nodded, "The very same." He turned to Atra and said, "You know what to do, Lord Atra."
Atra stood up straight and saluted, "I understand. I will go at once."
Not wanting to miss out on the action, I gave a quick suggestion. "Hey, Atra. Why don't the four of us go and take care of this?"
Rurik answered for him almost immediately, as if expecting me to want to go. "A wise decision, young Jeremiah. We could use the skills of yourself and your siblings in this fight." He motioned for the guards to step aside. "Now then, to the hunt!"
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We moved quickly, and no words were shared. Upon reaching the cave south of the Academy, the Prince motioned for us to halt. He peered into the cave and looked around a bit. "It appears the Grawl are defending Vatlaaw, friends." He looked back to Atra, who nodded back.
The Prince smirked, then shouted, "To arms!"
I attuned myself to fire, and began casting spells on the first Grawls we ran into, while Atra charged in with the Prince and cut down the ones I managed to not burn. Tiara began her small army of minions, which immediately took off toward another group of Grawl.
Unfortunately, we didn't want to get the attention as many Grawl as we did, and since I can only wear very light armor, I became a target. I took quite a beating, but fortunately, Julius was there to save my ass. Needless to say, I got my revenge. I burned the hell out of those Grawl with a quick Firestorm.
We moved farther in, and the cave's path turned right and began to climb up. After just a few minutes… we stopped. Why, you ask? Well, our Charr 'friend' Vatlaaw and his Grawl guards! Atra pulled out a bow and took aim for Doomtooth. His shot nearly hit, but an idiot Grawl got in the way. Either way, it was a nice shot, and the Grawl died instantly. But since he didn't hit Doomtooth… well, we had a fight on our hands.
I saw Doomtooth pull out five arrows. He set them on his bow and pulled back on the string in about half a second. Hearing the bowstring whip forward was an immediate call for ducking behind Atra and the Prince, because they had shields. But you know, it really took a lot of effort just to do that when we had Grawls trying to bash us with hammers. Slowly, we picked off the Grawl, and only the Charr was left. He dropped his bow, and pointed toward the Prince while unsheathing a considerably large sword from his back. "Duel," it growled.
Atra motioned to move forward to fight Doomtooth, but Rurik held him back. "I will fight him, Atra, you've done enough today."
"But, my Prince-" Seriously, Atra is stubborn.
Rurik halted Atra's words with his hand and said, "I am honored by your loyalty, Atra, but this fight is mine."
Atra reluctantly nodded, then backed up toward where the three of us were standing while sheathing his sword.
The duel was amazing to watch, it was evenly matched only for many minutes, steel struck steel, every move was countered with another; when Rurik riposted the Charr's attack, cutting it across the neck, severing the windpipe.
He wiped his sword against the beast's mane and said, "Victory is ours, friends."
I wish he was right about that. What happened next… I will never forget. We slew Vatlaaw… but lost our home. Crystals, the size of houses soared through the sky, destroying everything… killing thousands… The cold feeling of death never went away… And it stayed there…
For two years.
I hope you enjoyed it! I'll keep going with the idea if people like it...
- SolarisAstrum out.