#drizzlewood

[thepinkywarband]

Raine working on some village beautification in her Dominion-occupied Drizzlewood home.

[sand-through-glass]

The ice cave in Drizzlewood Coast is super fucking dope, I stopped a sec to take screenshots while doing the meta, lighting was stunning, am glad I did.

[cindermetalheadgw2]

How do people have so much gold and so many legendaries in this game is there some kind of trick to gold farming that I'm missing or do you not have full time jobs and spend a ton of hours doing it or are some people playing some complex black lion stock market chess or buying gems with their irl money to convert to gold or something??? I have like 200 which is A LOT for me and I have to hide it from myself in a black lion buy order or else I'll spend it all in like three seconds

[ascalonianpicnic]

You know, one thing I like a lot about verdant brink is that every event ties back to the meta event of the map. And it's not like drizzlewood where every event is designed with the goal of progressing the meta, instead it's that the meta is just this constantly running cycle on verdant brink, it's always going whenever you pop in, and every event is part of it because the meta is designed in a way so every event can tie to it without it being forced. The events are all helping the crash survivors and the locals get and maintain safe footholds in the jungle. And the meta is all about the same thing.

I like how you don't have to drop everything you're doing when the meta rolls around, because you've already been doing it. It's the thing that annoys me most about the amnytas map honestly. I'll be working on the event achievement for one of the bastions and oop gotta drop everything because now it's time for the meta so nothing else will get done on this map. Like sometimes the verdant brink meta will cut off what I'm doing, but I'll have a clear countdown to sunset at the same time and I know I just have to run through the same event chain to get back to where I was. In amnytas I just have to go to the event location and wait for the event to pop up eventually and hope the meta doesn't interrupt me.

And like I can see my impact in verdant brink as I go through events too. I help the npcs find a better place to hold out, I help the bases build up, I help claim and maintain footholds in the jungle. And yeah the jungle undoes all my work but I see it happen and I see why it happens when night hits and it's just really cool and i think a map like that where the meta is both more passive and involved in everything would be cool to see again. Like drizzlewood and gyala are an Active Push towards the threat, and in amnytas the threat just shows up on schedule every 2 hours, but verdant brink feels like a fight against the encroaching threat, you're not going to it, you're preparing for it to come to you.

And then theres the canopy bosses as a little extra bonus I guess. They're not my favorite part, though the wyvern boss you have to glide around and throw stuff onto is mechanically pretty cool.

[tricos-here]

I don’t draw my charr near enough as much as I should but I’m never cleaning these up so 🤲

[charrior-of-ash]

Alei Shadowscream and Malice Swordshadow, young soldiers in Ash Legion's Shadow warband when everything was fine and uncomplicated

=VERSUS=

Alei Sorrowscream, MIA, on the run from Legions' injustice and Malice Swordshadow, Ash Legion Imperator (can you say i'm in love with them??)

[false-oasis]

(CW: EoD Spoilers — What Lies Beneath Spoilers)

So I was talking with @/saladposse last night about the oni section and what the oni might use to torment our Commanders.

[the-woods-call-me]

+[ Drizzlewood Coast Walk ]+

Please click for larger size. =)

[mirage-of-the-virtuoso]

Damn it... not again...

"Commander!"

Chrys was struggling to breathe, the pain in his chest blossoming from his fatal wounds. It was mostly his throat that felt shredded.

On the ground, a familiar sight of bloodied petals.

No.

Not again.

He won't pass out again. Not this time.

As he hyperventilates, trying desperately not to cough up more petals and flowers, the charr surrounding him were shouting his name, his title, anything to get a response from the choking mesmer.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Smodur growls, annoyed at the scene. "Don't tell me he's faint-hearted."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Efram growls back. "You want his help, then spit in his face when he does!"

"Do you want to win this war or don't you?!" The Iron Imperator stares at the sylvari, who's still coughing up blood and petals. "We have no time for weakness and frailty."

"The Commander is going above and beyond to help save the charr!" Rytlock angrily spits, fur standing on end. "The only thing you've done is kill more charr!"

"We don't need traitors in our armies!" Smodur huffs. "It'd be much faster kicking in the door and tearing through the Frost Legion with war machines. All of this negotiation has only gotten us nowhere."

"Because you put a knife in our only bargaining chip," Malice hisses. "But what's done is done. We can only move forward."

"Finally, some sense around here." Everyone glared daggers at the Iron Imperator.

Crecia looked around, then swore loudly; in the commotion, Chrysallus had disappeared. "Damn it, where did he go? He's in no condition to fight."

"If he wants to get himself killed, at least he'll take a few Dominion with him."

"Will you think beyond yourself for more than five minutes?!" Rytlock spat. "If he dies, this war is as good as lost. No one else is capable of slaying an Elder Dragon if Jormag wakes."

"Someone needs to talk to the Commander. Get him to calm down." Crecia met eyes with everyone in the area. "We can't let him do anything stupid."

"I'll see if I can track him down," says the Ash Imperator. "He can't have gotten far."

Some time later, Smodur had finally wandered off to the waterfalls near their base. He wasn't expecting to have a rock thrown at his face, nor was he expecting to find the culprit be the MIA Pact Commander, who's still in the midst of a coughing fit. It's a miracle he managed to sneak off.

Then again... he is a mesmer.

When Smodur leaned over Chrys to roll him over, the charr was met with the sylvari swinging blindly with a dagger. When did he get a hold of that?

The charr pins him to the ground and growls, "Get a hold of yourself, Commander!"

Chrys's chest heaves, and he finally coughs up a fully formed flower, bloodied from shredding his throat. He weakly rolls onto his side, still coughing up a petal or two before it ceased.

"What the hell- is this a Sylvari thing?" Smodur asks, his voice much less abrasive at the question.

Chrys bitterly chuckles. "No. Apparently it's just me. I have yet to find another that suffers through this."

The charr helps him sit up. "Is it some type of sickness?"

"...no." He looks at the imperator before looking away with another cough. "According to my mender, it happens when my body can't handle the stress. The only other time this happened, it was when Mordremoth was still alive."

Smodur at first looked annoyed, but considering the rarity of these stress-induced coughing fits, he had to give the sylvari credit for trying to fight through the pain.

"You surprise me, Commander."

Chrysallus looked up, his face full of suspicion.

Smodur said, "Fighting a war outside your own so seriously that it induces the same sickness as fighting an elder dragon that traumatized your entire race? Never would have expected that out of another. Do yourself a favor. Don't let it happen again." The mesmer looked annoyed as he clarified, "We can't afford to have one of the main leaders and warriors out of commission. We have brief intermissions between attacks, we take advantage of them. For you, that means slowing down and taking a breather. We have enough bodies between us and the Frost Legion to stall until then."

"Is this your attempt at compassion?" Chrys asks, chuckling hoarsely at Smodur's 'orders'. "It's appreciated, for what it's worth. I expected any other charr to find me, much less you to talk to me."

"I'm of the belief that tough love gets you places that diplomacy won't. Someone has to be able to do it, and I doubt it's the other imperators." It was strange hearing someone other than an honor-bound charr laughing at his commentary, much less a sympathetic race like a sylvari. But there Chrysallus was, laughing all the same.

"Suppose so." The mesmer lays there on the ground. "Don't suppose you'd be willing to help me back to camp? Unless you prefer me crawling and dragging myself there."

He has an odd sense of humor, cracking jokes at a time of weakness. Maybe they could get along a little better.

Chrys was shocked when Smodur picked him off the ground. "Maybe if you stress yourself out this bad again, I'll make you crawl back after chucking you into the water."

"If it gets that bad again, I wouldn't blame you."

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When they made it back to the others, Malice and Crecia smiled at the pair before the sylvari was passed off to Braham and Rytlock. Smodur barked, "What are you two staring at?" as the members of Dragon's Watch checked on Chrys.

Having successfully convinced the Iron imperator that they have a peaceful enough relationship, Chrys toys with the dagger in his hands. He needs to do damage control. While he despises Smodur with a fiery passion, the Legions currently can't afford to lose too many of their remaining leaders.

Smodur being as stubborn as he is, he's already a dead man. If not by Ryland, then by one of the "traitors" who took issue with his demands and actions.

Until then, Chrys can play civility. He can play nice enough and get what he wants. After all, how do you fight the dragon of persuasion if you easily fall victim to the manipulation of those around you?

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There were knives stuck in the trees later, daggers being seen in close proximity to each other. Looks like someone was doing a little target practice. Knowing the Commander's odd little quirks, some believed it was Chrys's handiwork. Others were concerned about his allegiance in light of these suspicions.

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Ryland shot Smodur.

This comes as a surprise to no one, but they are in a panic nonetheless. He's basically hired muscle in this whole arrangement. Then again, Chrys doesn't know enough about charr politics and culture, so he doesn't comment on it unless asked.

Being shot for disrespecting a peaceful parlay, in Chrys's eyes, was a justified reaction. It was only because he had to maintain a sense of composure and diplomacy that he didn't assassinate Smodur himself. It sure was tempting though.

This wouldn't have happened if Smodur had any sense of tact and self-control. If he could have seen past Ryland being "the enemy", they could have saved both Ryland and Cinder from their fate.

A cough or two escapes him, feeling nauseous again. A few coughs later, more petals were revealed in his hand. He tossed the evidence of his pain into the nearest fire.

He can't afford to be seen as weak, as broken under the pressure.

... Damn the consequences. He'll rest when the job is done, or when he's dead again. There's no other option.

[thepinkywarband]

Cormidus charging Dominion forces at Drizzlewood. Commission for Cormy

[i-mybrunettelady]

old sanne screens i never got around to posting ft pretty drizz lighting

[where-is-caithe]

I've always been transfixed by a charr commander fucking hating Ryland's guts, after the bullshit in Bjora and esp after Drizzlewood I just think that would be cool to explore. However I've never kept a charr commander so it's never been a legitimate option for me EXCEPT. I have Eon. And I have been wanting to insert them more fully into the story. It would be interesting for Eon as well because they have always felt that the Legions abandoned them, similar to what Almorra feels, and that theyve always been another disposable soldier, so having the perfect golden boy doing everything that's been told to him on the other side is something that sounds fun to explore.

[little-leaf-man]

What’s the quickest way to make gold in game rn? Excluding fractals and things like that

[detritusvortex]

"Everyone! Out of the line of fire, now!"

[tricos-here]

worst part of any legendary ever