During the first few years after Guild Wars 2 launched I did a lot of roleplay with my character Greva. During that time I wrote a couple of short stories to support that roleplay. This now is a collection of those stories that I've compiled together. I also wrote two additional chapters, both called "Intermediate Developments" to describe some events that happen in between to keep it coherent.

That said, keep in mind most of these were written years ago and aside from getting some grammatical errors out, I didn't want to change them all that much. I'm not really looking for critique here. Just to share some things I've written with others who might enjoy reading them.

I have also decided not to expand any further beyond the originally written stories. For one, I don't really remember all that much of what happened during the roleplay, so I'd have to make most of it up myself and that's going to take a lot more time. Secondly, it would most certainly involve most of the characters named in these, which were roleplayed by other people at the time and I am not comfortable with taking too many liberties with their characters.

So for now at least, this will be all of it. That said, I have re-created Greva, now named Greva Dreadshade as a Free Agent and might go back to roleplay sometimes.

Chapter 1 – Greva Veilclaw

This was the first story I wrote for Greva. It is basically a short background story I wrote to introduce her.

A bright sun was shining in the sky as several young Charr were training in combat in a very playful manner. A few little shacks, former homes of Skritt, stood nearby. Now all of them stood abandoned. No one really seemed to even notice them, since they blended in with the surroundings quite well. Although one wouldn't notice from outside, one of the shacks still held a living being. Inside that one little shack a young female Charr stood, peering through a small gap between the metal plates.

Greva turned from the small gap with a scowl. Those damned cubs!

She walked towards a small pile of bones and rotten flesh.

Only once the Primus is around to teach us, they will act like the fellow warband members that we are all going to be in the future. As soon as the Primus is gone, they ignore me as if I am not even there. Oh well, I don't need them anyway.

She reached the pile of flesh and bones, she kneeled before it, closed her eyes and held both hands above the pile. Concentrating hard, she mumbled an incantation she had read in a dusty old tome.

Please, let it work this time.

Soon enough a black and green "cloud" of magic appeared around her hands and slowly went downwards, into the pile of flesh and bones. It gathered around the pile for a little while and then became a bit smaller, but thicker. Then suddenly it went into the ground, making a little pool there before disappearing entirely. Where the thick cloud had existed but a moment ago, now stood a tiny creature, assembled of the bones and flesh previously lying in a pile.

With wide, gleeful eyes Greva watched the little creature. She stood up and slowly walked around it, carefully studying it. Suddenly she sensed that something was wrong and jumped to the other side of the shack in reflex. Just as she reached that side the creature loudly exploded, letting the bones and flesh fly in all directions. The shack trembled heavily for a moment before collapsing entirely.

The group of young Charr in the field walked towards the collapsed shack to see what was going on. Seeing Greva climbing out of the wreckage, they all turned angry glares at her.

"Greva!", one of them shouted, "We should have known this would be your doing!"

They all started to snicker. Then another one saw the bones and flesh lying scattered in the wreckage. "Playing with your pitiful little magic tricks again, are we?" and the snickering turned into a loud laughter.

Turning angry herself now, Greva stood up. "I can't help it that I was born with these powers. Besides, don't you guys realize how useful this could be? If any of you had stood next to that creature as it exploded, you would almost certainly have died yourself."

As she expected, though, the others just ignored her and after one kicked her back into the wreckage, they walked away, most of them still laughing.

*.*.*

Seven years later the Veil warband was positioned outside a Flame Legion camp, all members hiding behind rocks. Greva Veilclaw glanced behind her rock and saw her Legionnaire stalking towards the single sentry who had turned his back towards them. Soon enough he stood behind the sentry and quickly slit his throat. He then caught the body and started dragging it away while trying not to make any sound. Then Greva saw another guard coming up to her Legionnaire and sent the Bone Minion she had created earlier. The tiny creature jumped on the back of the second sentry and exploded.

Shouting came from the camp and all eyes of the Veil warband turned at Greva. Stalking up towards her, her Legionnaire asked angrily, "What was that all about? This alerted them immediately!"

Before Greva could get a word out Drak, the Charr standing next to her said: "She was trying to kill you, sir."

He pointed towards the place where the sentry had stood. Now all that was left of him was a scattered collection of bones, flesh and entrails.

"The creature exploded before it reached you, though, so she failed."

Before Greva got a chance to explain she was just trying to save him, the Legionnaire spoke, "You have always been a thorn in our side, Greva, but attempting to kill your Legionnaire goes too far." He glared at her as he said, "As of this moment, you no longer are part of the Veil warband."

He turned away from her to the rest of the warband: "Come on, boys! Let us kill some Flame Legion scum!"

As her former warband members went towards the Flame Legion camp, Greva stood rooted in place, conflicting emotions coursing through her. For a part she was glad she no longer belonged to the Veil warband. They might have been the ones she had grown up with in the farhar, but she had never felt she belonged among them. For another part, though, now that she no longer belonged to a warband she would be a Gladium and until she found a new warband she would not be of much use to the Charr Legions. She flicked her daggers between the talons of her claws as she was caught up in thinking. A habit of hers. Then she made up her mind and sheathed both daggers in one smooth motion and walked away from the scene of battle, determined to find a new warband that would accept her.