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@lailadylane
“What keeps you going?”
“My daughter, my desire to give her the best life and mother that I can and to see her grow into her own woman, one day.”

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For any of the characters.
Duties and Damages
It had started innocently, as all things do. Rhade Dylane had been a Priory Magistrate and a lover of history and adventure. His youngest daughter had inherited that love and had quickly earned her degree in history at a shockingly young age. She had signed up with the Priory, searching the world with her father far and wide for mysteries forgotten. All seemed on track for a promising career in the Priory until Laila’s life took a spin into the Ministry.
The events surrounding Laila Dylane’s entrance into Kryta politics are well known, as are the results. The historian would later become a Minister herself, but not until opening a museum and archaeology company of her own and learning what it meant to survive alone in a cruel world. Now, Laila officially become a Loremaster of the Shining Blade and it was her duty to preserve the history and legacy of the human race. In truth, Laila had taken that duty upon herself long ago and that had been the true reason the Shining Blade had moved her into such a unique position.
Perhaps people knew of Laila’s desire and duty to preserve what humanity was and yet could be again but none knew of the demons that came with that duty. The feeling of a race’s past and future on your shoulders, the fear and nightmares of Divinity’s Reach burning and voices crying out in death to she who was supposed to save them. The pain of the labels cast her way from those who mistook her love of humanity as hatred for others.
Often, Laila could not recognize her own self in the mirror, for what had once been a girl with a innocent love of history had been forged into a woman devoted and duty bound to keep humanity from burning in the fires of Ascalon or drowning in the waves of Orr once again. The soul of the historian had been broken and it cried out for someone to tell her it was okay to let go and that perhaps the weight of the human race need not rest entirely on her shoulders. But some damages are never easily undone and some duties not so easily cast aside.
#Laila Dylane #gw2rp
With the coming cold weather and Wintersday upon us, it’s time to remember those less fortunate than most. And with that brings the second annual donation drive, hosted by Shiloh Devereux with the Krytan Ministry. This year, we are accepting non perishable foods for the homeless and toys for the orphans so they may receive presents from the Toymaker on this joyous holiday.
Donation boxes can be found at select ministry locations, as listed below the flyer: Western Commons Ministry Office - Minister Shiloh Devereux Ministry Chambers Ministry Guard Barracks Ossan Ministry Office - Minister Savik Mirvolan West Lake Doric Ministry Office - Minister Laila Dylane Shaemoor Ministry Office - Minister Melanie Valen Beetletun Ministry Office - Minister Elaine Alban Greystone Ministry Office - Minister Milanza Varze
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More details here!
The Museum Of Humanity’s Ascalonian wing holds several artist renditions of locations in Ancient Ascalon compared side by side to paintings taken of the locations in their current state.
#Museum of Humanity #IC

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The Museum Of Humanity, located in Rurikton Of Divinity’s Reach, houses artifacts both donated from private collections of all kingdoms and uncovered from archaeological dig sites in Orr, Ascalon, and Elona. The largest, by far, is the Ascalonian display with most of the artifacts within having been personally found by the museum’s owner and known Archaeologist Lady Laila Dylane.
#IC #Museum of Humanity #RP #Laila Dylane
Pregnant or just fat?
Partygoers report that Laila Dylane, daughter of the infamously disgraced Minister apparently has been refusing alcohol at parties. Truthfully, we had expected a bevy of crisis marriages and babies to pop up but, the tea that she made a Thunderhead baby is just too much. Guess that means a desk duty for a while, if it’s true. Oops!
For her sake, let’s hope it’s not and she’s just started that new fad diet ‘Heft Helper’.
Laila sat at the desk in her office of her museum as the newest copy of the tattler was delivered to her by one of her employees. She waited until the employee had left before reading the thing, chuckling here and there at a few ridiculous things, such as the mention of Rose’s murder bot. When she came across the article on herself she paused, her left brow rising and twitching in disbelief and irritation. “What!? I have never nor will I ever be FAT! How did this get out!? Who is spreading this!? A woman has a right to discretion in her pregnancies!” The Dylane slammed the tattler on her desk, stewing in her anger.
The Strength To Carry On.
Laila closed her bedroom door behind her before collapsing into her bed, utterly exhausted. So much had happened in the last few days: she had almost died, had returned home to Kryta, had to bear the weight of informing a nation that the next sunset they see might be their last, and had to endure the healing of a arm that could have very easily been lost. She had not publically complained once and in private there was no one to complain to. Laila lived alone these days, only seeing the workers in her museum and now her acquaintances in the Ministry. The solitude that had once made her feel so safe now made her feel so very alone and she hated it with every fiber of her being.
As Laila laid in her bed, she glanced up at her ceiling, trapped in her own thoughts. Had fate really brought her this far only to fail? Would everything she had ever sacrificed and achieved simply be erased alongside reality by Kralkatorrik? Surely fate could not be so cruel, despite showing that it indeed was at every turn. Such thoughts plagued her sleep as much as the images of brandstorms in her mind’s eye and there were never any comforting answers for them.
She had often wondered why fate was so cruel to her, until the realization had come to her that it had been to make her strong, every little tragedy in Laila Dylane’s existence had been to break her down so that she could build herself back up away from any influence but her own. A grin formed on the Ascalonian’s lips as she drifted off to sleep, tomorrow she would show that she was a survivor, a leader, and strong enough to bear the weight of catastrophe. She heard the Knight-Commander’s words in her dreams, she would not betray his trust in who she could be. Laila Dylane would make her mark by standing with a doomed world and refusing to let it die, even if it meant her own death.
#mytumblrwrittingissobadpleaseforgiveitIjustwantedtowrite!
Far From Home
Laila Dylane moved through the sands of Elona with a purpose, one made clear by the expedition team that proceeded her. Getting to this land had been a challenge, getting the proper clearance to survey the sands of Elona for artifacts had been another entirely. The people of Elona did not appreciate foreigners digging through their ruins and were all too happy to let Laila know it.
The convoy that she rode with was long, the supplies needed to keep a successful expedition going into the unforgiving desert made it so. The mercenaries she had hired had already fended off three attacks from the Forged and the deeper in they went, the worse the situation seemed to get and the more Forged they saw.
The team pushed on, intent on finding something to bring back with them. With luck, Laila would find enough artifacts to begin filling the new Elonian section of her museum and something valuable enough to sell to the Priory to pay for this expedition. It turns out, Laila mused, that getting to the end of the inhabited world was more expensive that her treks into Ascalon or even Orr.
Laila paused as the team began to setup camp, the sun was setting and night would soon be upon them. Her gaze lifted to the sky and for the first time, she realized just how far from home she was. In a way being so far away was liberating, out here she was not looked upon by the actions of her family as she was in Tyria.
Here she was only Laila, exploring the ends of the world and living the life she had always wanted. "You will never see a new shore if you do not leave your own" She mumbled to herself as she slid from her raptor. Yes, she was far from home and she was perfectly okay with that fact.
The city of the dead holds a slow pulse. The first day I ran out of the city, for my own life. The second day, I ran into it for the life of others. My family doesn’t understand, they never have understood me. I once cared what they thought of me. Now, I understand than we are all the same in death.
I have left Lion’s Arch, for now. But make no mistake, I will return. I will save these people and perhaps myself, in the process.
((Just found my first Laila story. How time flies.))

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I've been a soldier in every battle but my own Never surrendering I fought each war alone Only surviving never winning I've never had a life worth living Oh, Just hold your breath, and pray for the world to end because nothing's left Some broken hearts will never mend And every words just a whisper to the wind
Letters from the Fire
All at once the wind has changed its song to a wailing cry. As it seems to call my name, I know, forever I'll walk alone.
Chaos in Ascalon
“Flixxa, private channel, need to pass on a message to Denton and some Lil’ Pyro, whoever the fuck that is. Urgent.” The urgency of the sudden communicator flare up was enough to catch Alexandria’s attention, especially since it was later than most of the owners usually talked. But the second she heard Etherbane’s nickname for her, she grabbed the asura device and listened in.
Hearing a second growl she figured that it was Aurora and Etherbane, but they were supposed to be with Laila. “The Magister lass, Alex!” Definitely Etherbane’s voice, that manner of speech was very unique to him among the Charr.
“There are fucking fifty Alex’s in the Priory!” Aurora snarled back, the crackling static not making it sound any less bestial.
“Find the one with Noesis!”
“Oh you gotta be shitting me!”
“What?” Etherbane sounded winded, and from the clanging sounds, it sounded like they were running.
“If it’s LaCoria, she’s on this channel!”
“What?! Yes, that’s her. Tell her the Captain just got sucked into a fucking Mist thing!” Growing nervous, she kept her mouth shut, listening to the transmission more, hoping for some clarification. The next few minutes were more sounds of armor clanging and the occasional grunt as the pair of Charr fought something. “Leave the tents! We take the gear and any notes the Captain had. Anything replaceable we leave.”
“Flixxa,” Aurora snarled again, “that channel? Also, get fucking LaCoria on here. Repeat, urgent!”
“Who is Renita,” that was Etherbane’s voice again. Something was definitely wrong.
“Fucking, fuck, fuck. Why are all the people I know involved in this?!” Aurora sounded even more on edge now, and it was only making the gnawing feeling in Alexandria’s gut worse. “Lady Renita Cartwright, she lives in Divinity’s Reach. We cannot tell her this, she’s already stressed enough as she’s about to have her first cub.”
“Sounds like that’s our stop then. We can get word to the Operative and to this Renita. Get the Lil’ Pyromancer there too. Yer gonna help me deliver this fucking letter cub. Unless you got some idea how ta get our team or at least their bodies back, we follow all possible leads!”
Aurora’s snarl was violent over the device, “Your Pyro and Renita are friends, let her handle that issue. I am not risking my friend over people who are probably dead!”
“Is this what’s come of the Vigil; spineless cowards who abandon their comrades?”
“My comrade is Renita you idiot! I saw her kill someone over a panic attack over a friend dying!”
“I don’t care what ya saw when.” Listening to Etherbane yell… it had to be awful. There was no doubt about it, something had gone wrong with the experiment. Mist portal or not, the two Charr thought the other two might be dead. “Right now half our team just got swallowed into the abyss, and if yer just gonna abandon them, the yer a greater coward than any human!”
“Not abandoning, just telling you that letting Renita know they are gone is probably going to kill you too.” Aurora’s hiss was filled with concern, if not anger as well. “She doesn’t have to know, your Pyro can handle this.”
“Run off with yer tail between yer legs then lass. I ain’t givin up on our team.”
“You act like I am, when I’m just trying to save your ass!”
“My ass ain’t worth half as much as even one of those lasses we just lost.”
“It is to me.”
“Then yer stuck with no choice but ta come with me.”
“Got it.” It was Renita that spoke first from the communicator, which caused Aurora to snarl. “…Wait…what’s going on?”
“None of your concern, Cartwright,” Aurora snapped, tears sliding down her face despite trying desperately to ignore them, “Just Flixxa…LaCoria, please, private channel.”
“Give me a moment, was working on something,” Flixxa stated as a few clicks were made, “What’s wrong?”
“D-Laila Dylane fell through a mist portal,” She gritted her teeth, “Evienne Priss went with her.”
“She what?! What the fuck was Evienne doing there, what in the hell were they doing with a Mist Portal?!” Feeling her heart drop in her chest, she threw on her newest ring, sending out a thought that she was going to be heading to the Black Citadel immediately. “I’m getting my gear together, I’ll be in Citadel in a few minutes. Flixxa, can you open the waypoint network so I can use it to get there?”
“Done and done,” Flixxa stated, “I’ll meet you at the guild portal. Need assistance beyond that?”
“Get the fucking word to Denton,” Aurora stated, “She needs to know immediately. I-I’m not losing another one.”
“I concur,” Flixxa states, “So why doesn’t Renita need to know?”
“…She’s about to have a cub Flixxa,” Aurora states, “There is a letter her for her from Laila but I’m afraid the-”
“I will handle that personally,” Flixxa states quietly, “Just meet with Alex at the Citadel, I’ll meet with you later.”
“Have the Roses given you the chance to calibrate the portal?” Buckling her overburdened utility belt on, she grabbed her satchel and the MEW Mk. II on her way out the door. Breaking into a full run, she’d be able to catch up to Flixxa at the top of the bridge. “’Cause if not, I’d rather not end up in the middle of the Brand because it hasn’t been!”
“I did it in a sleepless night a few weeks ago,” Flixxa said as she met up with Alex, her traveling cloak already on, “It’s how I modified things so I could cheaply access the Arch via portal in case I needed to bolt.”
“Good,” lacking any of her usual lightheartedness, she hurried to where the portal device had been setup in the center of the canyon. “If they really did generate a Mist Resonance Place site, then they could be anywhere in the Mists. I’ll need to get word to my team to send me a few things, but that won’t take long. If this is really bad, I might need your friend Mixxa’s help too. People can exist inside the Mists, but without supplies, their chances aren’t good for very long.”
“That’s why I get to be the messenger for everyone it seems,” Flixxa states coldly as she starts shadow stepping to move slightly faster, “Denton, Mixxa…Renita…keep me in the loop.”
“I will, I have a feeling you’re going to have your hands full with Renita when she finds out. Also… tell my mother?” Looking down at the blonde Asura, Alexandria’s stern expression said more than words.
“Done,” Flixxa stated firmly, “Cameron can handle Renita when it comes to that, and I’ve learned how to dodge her curses. Aurora’s just scared shitless.”
An Unfinished Letter
The letter that Lady Cartwright would receive was in Laila's handwriting. "Dear Renita, It worked! We were able to free one ghost. Turns out the ghost is my ancient namesake from Ascalon. She still thought it was 1090. We talked to her and she ended up inside my staff. Lots of stuff that's too hard to explain on paper. We're about to try on a larger scale, so I'll leave this open for the results of the next experiment. Wish me luck and show this to the others!" The letter is unfinished and unsigned.
Learn to survive alone. Even your shadow leaves you, in the darkness.

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The price of being a sheep is boredom. The price of being a wolf is loneliness. Choose one or the other with great care
Misconception: Laila does not regret any of her decisions regarding and surrounding her mother's controversy.
She regrets being the one that had to face her. Despite everything, she still loves her mother. She very much believes she did the right thing, but facing a parent like that is not easy. She’d also be lying if she said that she didn’t have a bit of fun one-upping the person that taught her all she knew about politics.
Imagine having to make a decision between what is right and your family and imagine having to carry that decision for the rest of your life. Imagine that some of your family resented you for that decision and imagine a young woman that has lost both of her parents and misses them very much.
As a wise witch one said: "Regret is something I know well. Take care not to cling to it, to hold it so close that it poisons your soul."