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Dryetn can see through the veil.
He has seen what this world has to offer, and has found it wanting.
He knows that true power lies beyond the Mists—power waiting to be grasped, used… the power to change the world.
He will reforge Tyria into an idyllic realm, peaceful and secure. Before he can take his
place amongst deities, however, he must prove himself above the weakness and impurity of the physical world. His hunt for supremacy has led him into combat against the Nightmare Court, the ultimate corruptors of the mortal dream. Their newest initiate, the necromancer Kyra, has become his next target.
His mace thirsts for blood, his eyes hunger for war, and his heart aches with death.
Dryetn Kyrantel will become a God.
Chapter I : The Chain
Chapter II: The Hunter
Chapter III: The Dusk
Chapter IV: The Builder
Chapter V: The Trial
Chapter VI: The Artifact
Chapter VII: The Dream
Chapter VIII: The Name
Chapter IX: The Vision
Chapter X: The Alliance
Chapter XI: The Gathering
Chapter XII: The Cataclysm
Chapter XIII: The Current
Chapter XIV: The Reformation
Chapter XV: The Aftermath
As the world becomes ever more chaotic, ever more broken, power becomes a sought after commodity.
Nations. Orders. Societies. They all seek it, but fate rewards few. She chooses the victors.
So fate must be made malleable and shaped closer to the heart’s desire.
I am Elliyena Sefren.
I forge fate.
I create my own agenda.
Upon the son, the sins of the father rest.
Exiled, reviled, and lost, what does the son have left?
When you have nothing,
Do you forsake or do you build?
Do you love, or do you murder?
Do you forgive, or do you fester?
Ayroh will choose.
And from that choice,
A Foundation will be made.
Seven, once a soldier, now a peasant,
Orla, from birth a servant, whose destiny yet unfolds,
Rhiannon, rotting but not destroyed.
The first two; friends of the closest kind,
The third; a sapling seeking something lost and forgotten.
Three outcasts, charr, human, sylvari,
Become stones in a Foundation.
Dhalik is the descendant and namesake of a legend.
A child of the moonlight, an envoy of the shade, who seeks freedom in its most literal form.
In this journey, he must come to terms with his past, face death and conquer it, and embrace the uncertainty of tomorrow.
In the company of unlikely allies, and unrealized heroes, he will have his revenge so that he may taste redemption. Upon the ashes of destruction, the bodies of the defeated, and the bloodied earth beneath him, a Foundation will be built.
He will have to overcome the nightmares of the dusk in order to relish in the glories of the dawn.
It’s easy to forget.
While our heroes brave the world, thousands of others remain in the background.
Yet, their lives move Tyria, day by day.
Making the world come to life.
These are their stories.
Many desperate souls wander the world of Tyria, ever seeking their liberation.
Among them walks Fujiko: Haunted by the ghosts of her past, she will take the first step towards salvation.
Among them walks Ragnar: Driven by the need for ever-growing glory, he will continue on the path of strength.
Behind them watches Krall: Guided by a hero of ages past, his blighted fur bears the brand of his destiny.
One day, he will become the foundation of their might.
What does it mean to be a norn? This question has plagued Sorin Raniksson his entire life. The son of a dolyak herder and apprentice to the village blacksmith, Sorin knows that the life of a mighty warrior is forever beyond him. Even though he feels most at home in front of an anvil with hammer and tongs in hand, he still dreams of something more.
The spirits, however, have something else in mind for Sorin. In one night, his entire life will change and his future will be forever altered.
One day, he may become one of his people’s greatest warriors, a weapon to strike at the heart of their enemies. But like all weapons, he must first be forged.
Fate’s cruelest tool, tragedy has woven a long path of scars and tears. In a world besieged at all corners, eight poor souls will walk upon this bloody trail. They will march, bloody and scarred. They will march, weeping and broken.
But the path is long and littered with death. Will they prevail? Will they make their way upon the road so many have fallen before them? Will they lose hope?
Eight shards. One fate. One Foundation.
The Splintered Journey.