The lab had been miraculously spared by the Awakened invasion, and the heady, humid atmosphere, the heavy plant coverage muffling the sound of fighting and blaring alarms outside - the sound system of the room forcefully disabled by a barbed liana thrusted inside it - plunged the place into a eerie, all too familiar isolation. Disabling the shields and portal facility as they progressed, until they reached into what first seemed to be a greenhouse - thorns and vines left seemingly unattended crawling and coiling on the walls and slabs - but the acrid smell of blighting fluid filling Anwen’s lungs was all proof she needed that they’d reached their goal. They searched the city through and through. Such technology could not remain in the hands of the Inquest - not be allowed to fall into even worse, deceased hands. From a single individual, used as a matrix, they could produce dozens of clones - the process had already proven its efficiency on various test subjects, and would soon be ported to the entomology department. The Inquest had found, while studying the pods, a way to further and complete the maturation of clones via the blighting pods. Meryw held her as she trembled with rage and scoured through the research notes until a specific mention caught her eye and froze her blood in her veins. She had carried on, done the next right thing, and cherished the fond memories she had of him, endeavoured herself to honour his sacrifice in small daily ways - she rolled her eyes at the statue, for he never wanted glory or fame, but offered any aid she could to Dagonet when he took to the restoration of Orr.īut after everything was said and done, after victory and death, after resurrection and blasphemy, after she was Lost and found, she still carried him in her heart, the wound scarred but never healed.Ī wound that was quick to reopen when she found records of experiments done on the blighting pods in Rata Primus - studies of Mordremoth’s lingering influence and corruption on sylvari and other races, dead or alive and of how it affected further branding by Kralkatoric’s magic. Three years had passed since Trahearne died.Īnwen had held onto her grief, as tight as she could lest his memory would fade, clung to the bitter pain of the future that could have been - the future that died with him, died by her hand. That her first and foremost loyalty is to her loved ones, Trahearne, Meryw, Aurene, Dragon's Watch, the protectors of Tyria. The reason is a newborn fernhound quietly walking Tyria beside an old friend. The reason why Caladbolg withers and blossoms, seemingly at its own volition, sometimes forcing him to use it as a sword or even a dagger rather than a greatsword. She never told anyone - not even Ridhais who guided her on that path - what she saw in her visions that saved her from drowning.Ħ - a secret no one knows and they desperately don't want anyone to know about for Galaëd : Kas and Jory may have suspected how devastated she was after Maguuma, but even they couldn’t fathom how deep she was sinking in her own grief and how her pilgrimage to restore Caladbolg healed her as much as the sword. She's never told anyone where and why she disappeared, after Wintersday. With the Lich dead, his family’s crusade is accomplished and the Primeval kings and queens can rest in peace but if he was willing to carry their legacy and see their vengeance to completion, he was not sure he was willing to shoulder the mantle of Hero of Elona.ĥ - a secret no one knows about but they sort of want to come out/to tell someone for Elianora:
He's confided Elianora that, as frustrated as he was, he was also incredibly relieved not to be the one to kill Joko.
Secrets ask game! :D have four of them: lucius and 4, elianora and 5, galaed and 6, and anwen and 1? secrets for my kiddos!! These took longer to figure out than I though but I hope they are worth the wait 😉Ĥ - a secret exactly one person knows anything about, for Lucius :
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