Okay, so before I put up my stream info for tonight, another FFXIViernes, just wanted to formally introduce this alt of mine that is currently my Main on Excalibur. She is supposed to be Rox Pickheart/Whetstone from Guild Wars 2. Of course, Hrothgals are only going to come out with the next expansion Dawntrail, so there will be an update when she matches her true self more accurately.
Story goes that Rox is a female hrothgar that managed to escape Garlean occupation in Ilsabard by pure luck as a very young child, losing family along the way. She stayed in Gyr Abania long enough to consider herself Ala Mhigan and when it fell to the Garleans she joined the Resistance. It was there that she fell for some handsome hyur alchemist who was more than a little narcissictic. To sum up: he cheated on her with a miqo'te, she confronted him and dumped him, he got pissed, spiked a drink of hers with a magical alchemical concoction, and when she woke up with the hangover, she was a miqo'te. Suspecting him as the culprit, she once more confronted him and he told her he had done her favor, now men wouldn't cheat on her anymore.
Honestly, it's a miracle he lived.
She didn't stay in the Resistance long after that. She made her way out east to get as far away as possible and ended up saving a ten-year old xaela tied to a tree and abandoned. A member of the Tumet tribe, she hadn't been able to free herself of her bonds. Rox adopted her and gave her the name Aurene, since didn't have one. She also adopted another young feral teen a year or so later. And then another one.
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Athinri discovers knowledge from her past that she doesn't take too well.
Oh, and everyone has issues with Caithe. Of course.
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Warning: Spoilers for living world season 2, mentions of death, attempting to kill someone, somewhat of a short lived panic attack, and Caithe slander. :(
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Athinri gasps, desperate for air as she flung herself as far away as she could from the seed. As if distance could take away the pain and new memories assaulting her. Tears flooded her eyes and face. She touched her mark- her scar, clutching it as if to shield it from the phantom pain. She could distantly hear Rox talking, and a clawed hand on her around her, but she couldnât focus on that- on them.
Athinri couldnât breathe, she could only feel the dagger in her heart, she couldnât she couldnât she couldnât-
There were too many revelations, She couldnât wrap her head around.
Caithe had killed Wynne, killed Athinri.
And the most confusing fact.
They were dragon minions. They were monsters, creatures to kill and be killed. Nothing more.
As her mind swirled, trying to wrap itself around everything, it felt like being buried alive.Â
Until, a voice cut through the static, freeing her from some of the dirt.
âSpiteâŚ.? Caithe is here what do we-â
Athinri was flooded with rage.Â
Caithe.
Adrenalin taking over her body, Athinri sprung up, knocking over Spite, who had been clutching the sylvari to her chest. Athinri ran past them all and pulled out her blade, intent on harming her, like Caithe did to her a lifetime ago.Â
Brahamâs arms yanked her back and pulled her to his chest.Â
âWhoa there Ri, you canât hurt her. Not yet at least. Calm down and tell us what you saw.â
Athinri thrashed against his arms, trying desperately to break free, to take this pain out on Caithe-Â no on anyone.
âShe killed me! She killed me! You donât understand! She killed me so I have to kill her back!â
Kasmeer reached forward, wiping the tears away, âDear, take a minute. You arenât dead, that was a vision, she never hurt you! Not physically at least. Breathe!â
Athinri thrashed even more violently, becoming hysterical, âNo! No! You donât understand! She killed me! I still have the scar! She killed me!âÂ
Caithe reached forward, trying to place a hand on Athinri to comfort her, âAthinri- you donât understand! You begged me to! I- it was a kinder fate-âÂ
âDonât.â Braham practically growled. He placed Athinri in front of Spite, who wrapped her in a protective hug. He stalked towards the firstborn, puffing out his chest as he towered over her, inches away from her face.
âYouâve done enough to her. You donât get to take a single breath in her direction from now on.â
Caithe wilted a little, âYou donât get it-â
âI got enough.â
âBraham.â Spite cut in, âStand down.â
Braham made no moves, âShe-â
âI know. Iâm angry too, but we donât have time for this. The fleet will leave any second. We can do this on our way to Camp Resolve.â
Braham growled, only moving after a minute. He went straight to Athinri, who wrapped him in a tight, desperate hug.
Spiteâs cold look of betrayal returned and locked onto Caithe.Â
âGive me the egg and explain. Now.â
Caithe tensed up, but luckily made no moves to run.
âI canât do that, but I can explain. Almost over two decades ago, Faolain and I tracked another firstborn to this cave. Her name was Wynne.â
As Caithe solemnly spoke the name, Athinri flinched violently, shaking a little harder.
âShe carried⌠a dark secret⌠I had to kill her to spare her and so many others from a horrid fate.â
âBut⌠why would Athinri react so⌠horribly to that memory?â Rox question.
âBecause-â Caithe started.Â
âI was her.â
Athinri wasnât ready to face Caithe. Not this soon. She could barely process all this information, she didn't even know why she needed to confront her, but she had to. So she pushed past Braham and Spite and walked towards Caithe.
Her sister.
Her hero.
Her mentor.
Her murderer.
Her voice broke and her eyes seared with the pain of trying to cry with long, dried up tears.
âI begged you to help me! I was terrified and cornered by YOU! And instead of helping me, you killed me!âÂ
âNo!â Caithe shook, âFaolin would have never let you rest! I was trying to help you! I released you from an even worse fate!â
âLike you helped our people by sending them to our creator?âÂ
âWait- Athinri what do you mean?â Without even looking Athinri knew they were horrified, just as much as she was.
âWe come from the jungle dragon. We belong to it. Weâre meant to serve it.â Athinri shakily said, not breaking eye contact with Caithe.
Spite rushed forward at the news, rounding on Caithe.
âGive me the egg. Now. Iâm not letting a flight risk hold something so important.âÂ
Caithe pushed Spite away, âNo, I canât trust anyone with it, not even you Commander!â
âWell too bad!â Spiteâs claws pushed past Caitheâs hands, trying to get ahold of the egg. âIâm not trusting someone who not only is vulnerable to the dragon, but refuses to trust in others!âÂ
And then they were knocked to the floor. With an ear piercing roar the entire cave shook as rocks began to fall on top of them and enormous vines began to shatter the golden walls.Â
Spite rolled off of the sylvari as a boulder came straight for them. Caithe, on the other hand, was frozen in fear as the boulder nearly crushed her.Â
Athinri reacted on instinct, pushing Caithe away and yelling at everyone to move.
âGo! Heâs found us!â Athinri shouted as she pushed her.
âEveryone, weapons ready!â Spite ordered as vines erupted, separating Athinri and Spite from everyone.Â
As they tried to get their bearings they heard Kasmeer scream, âCaitheâs gone again!â
Spite snarled, âIâve done some impossible shit in my life, but how the fuck are we going to kill a shadow?!â
As the words left the charrâs mouth Athinriâs eyes widened with a realization, âUse the divine fire! Shadows donât like fire right?â
Spite stared at Athinri, dumbfounded. âReally?â
rytlock becomes a stronger character when you remember his whole family hates him because he wonât stop obsessing over his cool sword. crecia liked him enough to at least throw him a crumb of pĂşss but when sohothin dropped he ran towards it with such speed that he forgot he was meant to love his children and by the time he figures out âwait, thatâs not healthyâ its been twenty two years. it makes the trials he puts rox through to join his warband even funnier. rolls up to the stone band like âyouâll never guess how i bullied my half-sister until she criedâ and every single one of his brothers and sisters goes âbrimstone hand on heart we hoped you had fucking died out thereâÂ
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