GAME: GUILD WARS 2
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
I have been putting a lot of thought into the mining situation. Not just as a solution to our current problems but also expanding upon that into regions that are far more dangerous but could be filled with valuable ore. To help me I joined a competing trading company which has an internal branch just for handling dangerous and physical situations. I hope to learn from them and be able to find a resolution.
I have been traveling further and further away from the safety of Divinity's Reach and have been taking mineral samples where ever I go. Just as I suspected the further into dangerous lands you travel the more valuable rewards are found. I haven't been advertising it, but I have made several travels into Orr territory and the samples that I come back with have more then exceeded my expectations. The problem becomes how do you setup and defend a full scale mining operation in such lands. To get a better understanding of the enemy I have began fighting against them. I can see why they are a major problem as they are the perfect soldier. They have strength and speed, don't need to eat or rest and will follow any order blindly without consideration of anyone's welfare. Yet at the same time I have noticed levels of intelligence which is just insane on a rather scary level. I'll have more to report on them after I spend a bit more time learning and researching them.
On a personal note Lady Marsalle has been rather nice to me lately. I'm not sure if it's a trap or if she is genuinely trying to make an attempt to get along. I shall keep an eye on her right hand in case she decides to punch me again. She does have a rather impression right hook, especially for a woman.
Wednesday, February 15, 2017
A Blake Brennan Journal - Entry Seven
GAME: GUILD WARS 2
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
The Foundation is something that lingers on my mind as I wasn't exactly sure what it's true purpose was nor the purpose of those that call themselves members. This is due in partly because I do not know many of them as they don't know me and would question my own. The last meeting that took place does bring up more questions, or thoughts then it does answers. Granted at times it was difficult to hear, but I was standing at a distance so the Lady Marsalle wouldn't be so included to throw a wine bottle at my head, which would only add to the growing number of objects thrown.
The Centaur War was brought up, about it leaving widows and orphaned children along with needing more men with bigger and stronger weapons to put the threat down indefinitely. While I have fought side by side with the Seraph and know first hand what Centaur weapons can do to a body, I'm not entirely sure I agree with complete eradication of the Centaur species. They are a lot like us as to why they fight, they fight for land, for resources. As we continue to expand outwards of Divinity Reach we encroach on their land and push them off and expect them not to be upset by this. Well of course they are angry, any species would be angry and retaliate as it's only natural. The only reason why we are not at odds with the Skritt or Hylek is because we don't wish to create towns and homes under mountains or in swamps, basically where they prefer to live is undesirable to us thus we don't have a reason to fight with them. The Centaurs however make their homes on grassy plains and their hunting grounds in dense forests which happen to be just the types of terrain humans are also interested in. No matter how many times I think it over I come to the same conclusion. There will be no victors in this war, both sides will end up losing and in doing so will thin our our armies and resources. It is then that we will be at our weakest and susceptible to attack.
I can't be that white knight I grew up wanting to be, the kindhearted golden soldier who raised his sword and put his life on the line for the greater good. If I was then I would be heading right back to the battlefield with the Centaurs, I'd take up arms against them, hate them as so many do and not stop until the last fell under me. It was not that long ago that the Charr were considered enemies and now are welcomed at a table, well, welcomed by some. Yesterdays enemies are today's allies.
New armor came to where I am currently staying, I had it dyed in a bright golden color along with a golden shield of wings and an axe to match. I had it all sent back as I can't keep living in story. I have had a long time to think about who I am, what I want and what I am going to do. I enjoy fighting, there is no use in hiding that fact. I enjoy inflicting pain upon those that draw swords against me, there is no use in hiding that fact. I am not a knight or a hero, I am just a man. I have decided to take my fight against those that I believe to be the true enemy of Tyria and not just the enemy of man. I am lacking in experience, but that is something that can be changed if I manage to live through it. I will make my own path in life while taking the control of the Brennan House when my father decides to step down. I don't have to choose one or other, I know I am strong enough to do this. I have had my armor dyed in colors that are more appropriate for this way of life, not as a hero but as a man.
On a more personal note I haven't heard a thing from the Countess, I should send a letter to attempt to regain her friendship. As for the Lady Marsalle I make it a point to not dodge her attacks or objects that are thrown at me. Thus far it has been several rocks and a rather hefty candle holder that made a mighty fine impression upon my forehead. I must continue to try to establish a working relationship with her without her continuing to draw blood upon my face.
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
The Foundation is something that lingers on my mind as I wasn't exactly sure what it's true purpose was nor the purpose of those that call themselves members. This is due in partly because I do not know many of them as they don't know me and would question my own. The last meeting that took place does bring up more questions, or thoughts then it does answers. Granted at times it was difficult to hear, but I was standing at a distance so the Lady Marsalle wouldn't be so included to throw a wine bottle at my head, which would only add to the growing number of objects thrown.
The Centaur War was brought up, about it leaving widows and orphaned children along with needing more men with bigger and stronger weapons to put the threat down indefinitely. While I have fought side by side with the Seraph and know first hand what Centaur weapons can do to a body, I'm not entirely sure I agree with complete eradication of the Centaur species. They are a lot like us as to why they fight, they fight for land, for resources. As we continue to expand outwards of Divinity Reach we encroach on their land and push them off and expect them not to be upset by this. Well of course they are angry, any species would be angry and retaliate as it's only natural. The only reason why we are not at odds with the Skritt or Hylek is because we don't wish to create towns and homes under mountains or in swamps, basically where they prefer to live is undesirable to us thus we don't have a reason to fight with them. The Centaurs however make their homes on grassy plains and their hunting grounds in dense forests which happen to be just the types of terrain humans are also interested in. No matter how many times I think it over I come to the same conclusion. There will be no victors in this war, both sides will end up losing and in doing so will thin our our armies and resources. It is then that we will be at our weakest and susceptible to attack.
I can't be that white knight I grew up wanting to be, the kindhearted golden soldier who raised his sword and put his life on the line for the greater good. If I was then I would be heading right back to the battlefield with the Centaurs, I'd take up arms against them, hate them as so many do and not stop until the last fell under me. It was not that long ago that the Charr were considered enemies and now are welcomed at a table, well, welcomed by some. Yesterdays enemies are today's allies.
New armor came to where I am currently staying, I had it dyed in a bright golden color along with a golden shield of wings and an axe to match. I had it all sent back as I can't keep living in story. I have had a long time to think about who I am, what I want and what I am going to do. I enjoy fighting, there is no use in hiding that fact. I enjoy inflicting pain upon those that draw swords against me, there is no use in hiding that fact. I am not a knight or a hero, I am just a man. I have decided to take my fight against those that I believe to be the true enemy of Tyria and not just the enemy of man. I am lacking in experience, but that is something that can be changed if I manage to live through it. I will make my own path in life while taking the control of the Brennan House when my father decides to step down. I don't have to choose one or other, I know I am strong enough to do this. I have had my armor dyed in colors that are more appropriate for this way of life, not as a hero but as a man.
On a more personal note I haven't heard a thing from the Countess, I should send a letter to attempt to regain her friendship. As for the Lady Marsalle I make it a point to not dodge her attacks or objects that are thrown at me. Thus far it has been several rocks and a rather hefty candle holder that made a mighty fine impression upon my forehead. I must continue to try to establish a working relationship with her without her continuing to draw blood upon my face.
A Blake Brennan Journal - Entry Six
GAME: GUILD WARS 2
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but a bad day somehow turned into a bad week. Biting off more then I could chew fighting wise left me with several wounds that have a nasty habit of reopening if I decide to sit up and walk. It's obvious I am too inexperienced when it comes to battle to be of any use on the front lines. Of course this is something I will be working on but only after my new armor finds its way to me. I now know first hand what I wore wasn't up to the task of doing much protecting so I had something a bit more sturdy commissioned.
The same day that I returned to Divinity’s Reach, which was only 3 days after waking up, I attended the Charity Ball being held for the Seraph. Well I made the very ending of it as I was requested by the Countess to meet a couple of her friends. What I didn't expect was to be meeting up with her significant other and then what felt like an attempt to set me up with other young woman she was with. That in itself would have left a wiser man to stay in bed the following day. Sadly, I'm not that man.
To go along with a very unpleasant evening the follow morning I had planned for a light walk around the shore. Nothing too strenuous but something to help sort out my thoughts. That was the plan at least until I ran into Lady Marsalle. Honor dictating that I couldn't allow her to head into such territory unattended I made it clear that I would have to escort her until she returned to the city. Again, a wiser man would have walked the other direction upon seeing her buy supplies instead of walking right up to her. Between her slugging me in the face and implying I prefer men to women in a romantic way the afternoon was filled with her and I yelling back and forth to each other. I'm not entirely sure what it is with that woman but she does know how to stoke at my temper.
Now, surely by this time even I would cut my loses and call it a day. But I couldn't let yet another hard lesson go unlearned. At the letter of the Countess I went to her residence as I did have a lot to apologize for as my manners the night previous were lacking. Instead I managed to upset her and cause her to flee from the study leaving her butler to escort me to the door.
To finish the evening I drank half a bottle of brandy and attended a ministry meeting. There was so much bickering that it made my head ring and I quickly dismissed myself.
I do need to find a way to interact with Lady Marsalle without her resorting to hitting me as we will be working together for the Foundation. Perhaps in the next few days I will attempt to mend that bridge as I really don't wish for a black eye or fat lip. As for the Countess I don't even know how to go about even speaking to her, let alone apologizing. She is leaving the city tomorrow, although now she might even leave tonight. I don't plan to stay long myself so there won't be an opportunity to do anything.
I believe tomorrow I shall stay in bed. Perhaps the next day as well.
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but a bad day somehow turned into a bad week. Biting off more then I could chew fighting wise left me with several wounds that have a nasty habit of reopening if I decide to sit up and walk. It's obvious I am too inexperienced when it comes to battle to be of any use on the front lines. Of course this is something I will be working on but only after my new armor finds its way to me. I now know first hand what I wore wasn't up to the task of doing much protecting so I had something a bit more sturdy commissioned.
The same day that I returned to Divinity’s Reach, which was only 3 days after waking up, I attended the Charity Ball being held for the Seraph. Well I made the very ending of it as I was requested by the Countess to meet a couple of her friends. What I didn't expect was to be meeting up with her significant other and then what felt like an attempt to set me up with other young woman she was with. That in itself would have left a wiser man to stay in bed the following day. Sadly, I'm not that man.
To go along with a very unpleasant evening the follow morning I had planned for a light walk around the shore. Nothing too strenuous but something to help sort out my thoughts. That was the plan at least until I ran into Lady Marsalle. Honor dictating that I couldn't allow her to head into such territory unattended I made it clear that I would have to escort her until she returned to the city. Again, a wiser man would have walked the other direction upon seeing her buy supplies instead of walking right up to her. Between her slugging me in the face and implying I prefer men to women in a romantic way the afternoon was filled with her and I yelling back and forth to each other. I'm not entirely sure what it is with that woman but she does know how to stoke at my temper.
Now, surely by this time even I would cut my loses and call it a day. But I couldn't let yet another hard lesson go unlearned. At the letter of the Countess I went to her residence as I did have a lot to apologize for as my manners the night previous were lacking. Instead I managed to upset her and cause her to flee from the study leaving her butler to escort me to the door.
To finish the evening I drank half a bottle of brandy and attended a ministry meeting. There was so much bickering that it made my head ring and I quickly dismissed myself.
I do need to find a way to interact with Lady Marsalle without her resorting to hitting me as we will be working together for the Foundation. Perhaps in the next few days I will attempt to mend that bridge as I really don't wish for a black eye or fat lip. As for the Countess I don't even know how to go about even speaking to her, let alone apologizing. She is leaving the city tomorrow, although now she might even leave tonight. I don't plan to stay long myself so there won't be an opportunity to do anything.
I believe tomorrow I shall stay in bed. Perhaps the next day as well.
A Blake Brennan Journal - Entry Five
GAME: GUILD WARS 2
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
I've been in out consciousness for the past day or so now, I think. I'm not entirely sure when exactly I was brought in so it's hard to gauge exactly how much time as passed. I keep hearing a few days but that is holding very little weight. The Doctors tell me that I'm healing just fine and in a day I will be able to leave but that I shouldn't do anything to rip or tear at the stitches. I'm not fully aware of the extent of my injuries and judging from the pain is hard to go by as my entire body feels like its broken. Any deep thought on my existence and place in the world will have to wait until my head clears. That and it's not exactly comfortable to write. I will be returning to Divinity's Reach upon my dismissal from this place tomorrow and I hope that my timing isn't off to have missed her. If it isn't, I wonder if I will be able to dance.
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
I've been in out consciousness for the past day or so now, I think. I'm not entirely sure when exactly I was brought in so it's hard to gauge exactly how much time as passed. I keep hearing a few days but that is holding very little weight. The Doctors tell me that I'm healing just fine and in a day I will be able to leave but that I shouldn't do anything to rip or tear at the stitches. I'm not fully aware of the extent of my injuries and judging from the pain is hard to go by as my entire body feels like its broken. Any deep thought on my existence and place in the world will have to wait until my head clears. That and it's not exactly comfortable to write. I will be returning to Divinity's Reach upon my dismissal from this place tomorrow and I hope that my timing isn't off to have missed her. If it isn't, I wonder if I will be able to dance.
A Blake Brennan Journal - Entry Four
GAME: GUILD WARS 2
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
A lot has transpired since I last opened this journal. My presence was requested home as my father had business he wished to discuss with me. It seems that I have been left with the sole responsibility to find a way to protect our mining operation. He has tried to hire mercenaries to protect both man and machine but going over the reports of the incidents they are a bit too over zealous when it comes to fighting. The latest report indicates that the group followed a retreating band of centaurs away from the camp leaving it vulnerable and the main attack unit came in to an unguarded camp and cleaned it out. So until I can come up with a solution to this problem all mining operations for Brennan Trading are suspended leaving many out of work. Not to mention a lost profit of fourteen percent each quarter.
It was nice to see my father again, no matter how brief as I was able to get his advice on another situation. I am finding the more time I spend with Lilly, well it simply leaves me wanting more. More of her time, more of her attention just more of her. Unsure of how to go about getting this I did do some research into the matter and have found a wide variety of tactics and techniques however I don't think it will work. For example one author suggests that I stop trying to seek her out and have her come to me. That doesn't seem like a sound strategy especially since I wish to be around her as often as possible. When I brought this to my father he told me to be myself, I'm not sure how that is going to help accomplish what I desire. Either way she has gone from the city and I'm unsure of when I will next get the chance to see her.
I have decided to travel back up to Harathi but this time on purpose. I'm going to offer my blade to the service of the Seraph and take part in several battles before departing. My objective with this is to find out what kind of man, what kind of person I truly am. The last and only battle I partook in left me with more questions then answers. I need to know if I'm a blood thirsty killer who only gets excited by spilling blood, if that's the only way I can achieve that thrilling feeling. I would like to think that I'm not, that I am a man of moral and character, but never before had I seen the world from this perspective. It truly does turn ones world upside down and shake a person up. As I write this my only regret if I fall is that I won't be able to see her again.
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
A lot has transpired since I last opened this journal. My presence was requested home as my father had business he wished to discuss with me. It seems that I have been left with the sole responsibility to find a way to protect our mining operation. He has tried to hire mercenaries to protect both man and machine but going over the reports of the incidents they are a bit too over zealous when it comes to fighting. The latest report indicates that the group followed a retreating band of centaurs away from the camp leaving it vulnerable and the main attack unit came in to an unguarded camp and cleaned it out. So until I can come up with a solution to this problem all mining operations for Brennan Trading are suspended leaving many out of work. Not to mention a lost profit of fourteen percent each quarter.
It was nice to see my father again, no matter how brief as I was able to get his advice on another situation. I am finding the more time I spend with Lilly, well it simply leaves me wanting more. More of her time, more of her attention just more of her. Unsure of how to go about getting this I did do some research into the matter and have found a wide variety of tactics and techniques however I don't think it will work. For example one author suggests that I stop trying to seek her out and have her come to me. That doesn't seem like a sound strategy especially since I wish to be around her as often as possible. When I brought this to my father he told me to be myself, I'm not sure how that is going to help accomplish what I desire. Either way she has gone from the city and I'm unsure of when I will next get the chance to see her.
I have decided to travel back up to Harathi but this time on purpose. I'm going to offer my blade to the service of the Seraph and take part in several battles before departing. My objective with this is to find out what kind of man, what kind of person I truly am. The last and only battle I partook in left me with more questions then answers. I need to know if I'm a blood thirsty killer who only gets excited by spilling blood, if that's the only way I can achieve that thrilling feeling. I would like to think that I'm not, that I am a man of moral and character, but never before had I seen the world from this perspective. It truly does turn ones world upside down and shake a person up. As I write this my only regret if I fall is that I won't be able to see her again.
A Blake Brennan Journal - Entry Three
GAME: GUILD WARS 2
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
As a child I wasn't able to go outside or play with other children. I was kept close to the breast and it was something I had to learn to live with. My only escape was through reading, luckily my family's library was of substantial size that I never read the same book twice. The books I enjoyed the most were heroic tales and legendary heroes who slay the dragon, rescue beautiful maidens in distress and come home to a cheering crowd. Often times, in those moments just before sleep takes you, I would fantasize that I was the hero in those stories. I would play out these battles in my head where I'd be slashing my sword in shining armor and save the town from whatever evil had befallen them. It may seem childish but that was the driving force behind me as I grew up, I wanted to be that hero. When my father told me I would be instructed in the way of the sword I thought that this was just the beginning of my own tale of legend. So I became the best pupil I could be, I was trained in the physical aspects of fighting but I also sought out literature on wars and battle strategy, in my own mind I was going to be something more then the role I was born into.
Several days ago I did get the chance to participate in my first battle. It wasn't something I went charging into with my sword held high, instead I stumbled upon it and in it. I don't recall ever reading how loud an actual battle is in the stories, all I could hear was the beating war drums of the Centaurs, my heart raced to match that tempo as I fought. When I was being taught to fight I was knocked to the ground on more then one occasion, I took this as a learning tool and got right back up. I soon learned that in a real fight that when you're knocked down, getting back up in itself is a struggle. What seemed like days was only but a time span of several hours, every second I could feel myself getting weaker as my sword was getting heavy. I had jumped into this fight without really even thinking, soldiers were attacked and being attacked by Centaurs, so my feet just started sprinting to join before my mind could even contemplate what exactly I would be joining in on. The officer in charge kept shouting just one order, "Hold the line, hold the line", he kept yelling this over and over until a Centariun spear head pierced his throat. This was the first death I had ever seen in this manner, I couldn't tear my eyes away as it watched the red liquid pour from his neck all over his body before he fell over into the dirt. Some how we managed to hold the line, when reinforcements arrived and drove the horde back all I wanted to do was cheer, however I couldn't find my voice. My hands, armor, every inch of me was covered in blood. Some of it my own, the rest a mix of those that fell beside me and the beasts that fell by my hand.
The worst part of it all wasn't watching as men and women fell or hearing their cries of pain. The worst was the feeling of thrill and excitement from my heart as it pounded against my chest. My body moved on it's own using the beat of my own heart as it's tempo. Action and reaction took over, I wasn't in control and yet I liked it. I am so far from the heroes of those stories I once read. They were noble, honorable and decent men who didn't enjoy taking another's life. I guess I am finding out what kind of man I truly am with my time away, for that I should be grateful as one should always be true to ones self.
I am back in the city with a new set of armor. It's from the same maker as my previous but this time a bit darker so as it won't stain. I do have an appointment, well date, appointment, a kinda date... a meeting arranged to meet with the Countess before she leaves the city. She mentioned in her last letter that it may be for awhile and I can't help but think it may be the last time I have the privilege of her company. Whether her own path steers well clear of mine, or my own adventures take a turn for the worst, it's a feeling that I can't shake. I am looking forward to speaking with her again and trying to keep up. I wonder if I should mention that it doesn't take many drinks to get light headed, but what kind of gentleman would I be if I let a lady out drink me? Perhaps a drunk one.
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
As a child I wasn't able to go outside or play with other children. I was kept close to the breast and it was something I had to learn to live with. My only escape was through reading, luckily my family's library was of substantial size that I never read the same book twice. The books I enjoyed the most were heroic tales and legendary heroes who slay the dragon, rescue beautiful maidens in distress and come home to a cheering crowd. Often times, in those moments just before sleep takes you, I would fantasize that I was the hero in those stories. I would play out these battles in my head where I'd be slashing my sword in shining armor and save the town from whatever evil had befallen them. It may seem childish but that was the driving force behind me as I grew up, I wanted to be that hero. When my father told me I would be instructed in the way of the sword I thought that this was just the beginning of my own tale of legend. So I became the best pupil I could be, I was trained in the physical aspects of fighting but I also sought out literature on wars and battle strategy, in my own mind I was going to be something more then the role I was born into.
Several days ago I did get the chance to participate in my first battle. It wasn't something I went charging into with my sword held high, instead I stumbled upon it and in it. I don't recall ever reading how loud an actual battle is in the stories, all I could hear was the beating war drums of the Centaurs, my heart raced to match that tempo as I fought. When I was being taught to fight I was knocked to the ground on more then one occasion, I took this as a learning tool and got right back up. I soon learned that in a real fight that when you're knocked down, getting back up in itself is a struggle. What seemed like days was only but a time span of several hours, every second I could feel myself getting weaker as my sword was getting heavy. I had jumped into this fight without really even thinking, soldiers were attacked and being attacked by Centaurs, so my feet just started sprinting to join before my mind could even contemplate what exactly I would be joining in on. The officer in charge kept shouting just one order, "Hold the line, hold the line", he kept yelling this over and over until a Centariun spear head pierced his throat. This was the first death I had ever seen in this manner, I couldn't tear my eyes away as it watched the red liquid pour from his neck all over his body before he fell over into the dirt. Some how we managed to hold the line, when reinforcements arrived and drove the horde back all I wanted to do was cheer, however I couldn't find my voice. My hands, armor, every inch of me was covered in blood. Some of it my own, the rest a mix of those that fell beside me and the beasts that fell by my hand.
The worst part of it all wasn't watching as men and women fell or hearing their cries of pain. The worst was the feeling of thrill and excitement from my heart as it pounded against my chest. My body moved on it's own using the beat of my own heart as it's tempo. Action and reaction took over, I wasn't in control and yet I liked it. I am so far from the heroes of those stories I once read. They were noble, honorable and decent men who didn't enjoy taking another's life. I guess I am finding out what kind of man I truly am with my time away, for that I should be grateful as one should always be true to ones self.
I am back in the city with a new set of armor. It's from the same maker as my previous but this time a bit darker so as it won't stain. I do have an appointment, well date, appointment, a kinda date... a meeting arranged to meet with the Countess before she leaves the city. She mentioned in her last letter that it may be for awhile and I can't help but think it may be the last time I have the privilege of her company. Whether her own path steers well clear of mine, or my own adventures take a turn for the worst, it's a feeling that I can't shake. I am looking forward to speaking with her again and trying to keep up. I wonder if I should mention that it doesn't take many drinks to get light headed, but what kind of gentleman would I be if I let a lady out drink me? Perhaps a drunk one.
A Blake Brennan Journal - Entry Two
GAME: GUILD WARS 2
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
This will be short as I cannot find the correct words to put down. I meant to travel back to Gendarran Fields but I got turned around and ended up in Harathi Hinterlands. I have only read of war and battles, what they entail. Experiencing it, partaking in it, very different. I'm afraid my armor will forever be dyed a crimson red...I'll need to change.
CHARACTER: BLAKE BRENNAN
This will be short as I cannot find the correct words to put down. I meant to travel back to Gendarran Fields but I got turned around and ended up in Harathi Hinterlands. I have only read of war and battles, what they entail. Experiencing it, partaking in it, very different. I'm afraid my armor will forever be dyed a crimson red...I'll need to change.
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